#ever could’ve expected in the way of protecting her son

[toastybugguy]

yeah yeah no it’s cool… I’ll just be over here. [hangs pictures of any scene w melissa and deaton in the same room together on my wall]. normaling.

[halfyearsqueen]

rhaenyra’s notion of freedom is basically ? the idea she isn’t wholly stuck in place, that she’s not trapped, and that she can leave whenever she wants to, that her destiny isn’t wholly fixed .

[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon having a thing for Alicent’s and Gwayne’s pretty sister. She’s a bit past her marrying age but Otto keeps his pretty light out of marriage proposals. Ever since Viserys was considering to divorce Daemon and Rhea due to their inability to produce an heir, daemon had been setting his eyes on lady Hightower. He knows Rhaenyra is unreachable but Otto cannot deny his king’s proposal, even if he does he’s already planning something to have that pretty lady under his arm. After hearing Otto’s hesitation to accept the proposal, he was already making his way to her chambers through the keep’s secret pathways. He could already smell the delicious expensive oils she’d bathe in, and grew harder at the thought. He had expected the Hightower girl to be bathing but found her soapy wet body laying in bed, with a knight between her legs. He could’ve been angry but the poor Hightower girl was well past her marrying age and experiencing the desires of lust. He’d be merciful to his future bride and let her experience another man before he could have her, he knew he could ruin any other man she’d had laid with when he has her. He touched his cock at the sound of her pretty moans and the sight of her wet body shining to the dimly lit candles in her room. Before he or his little light could finish, the knight stood up to kiss her whines and showed himself to be no other than her elder brother, Gwayne Hightower. His little light indulged in the Targaryen queer customs and he knew he’d have otto in the palm of his hand with this sinful information. He’d couldn’t help and watch the red-head siblings pleasure each other, already planning to wed Gwayne’s precious sister and fuck her even harder than the Hightower cunt was. But poor daemon was a fool, Otto already knew of his children’s relationship. It soothed him to know that his precious girl was protected and loved by his son, he couldn’t imagine any other man with his girl especially the rogue prince. The marriage of the two Hightower siblings was one of the biggest scandals across Westeros but money talks in the end.

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Oh Daemon was so close to having this !

The marriage of the two Hightower siblings was one of the biggest scandals across Westeros but money talks in the end. Hightowers just being so old money coded they can get away with everything and we love it ;)

[cameronspecial]

Hey I just finished reading Until My Dying Breath, and omg the detail was so amazing! One of the best I’ve ever read! I was thinking maybe as a request a pt 2 to that, maybe after they finished getting checked and can go home, Rafe is so nervous what readers parents are gonna say, he thinks there gonna say stuff like how he can’t see reader anymore, but he doesn’t tell reader that’s how he’s feeling. Later when rafe and reader are together readers dad comes and pulls him aside and thanks him over and over again for protecting his daughter. It can go anywhere from there just an idea!

Please do not feel the need that u have to do this! Much love 🤍🤍🤍

Not My Last Breath

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Being In The Hospital, Talks Of An Accident and Injuries

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: This is part two of Until My Dying Breath.

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Her bill of clean health means Y/N can stay by Rafe’s side while the doctors keep him for observation. She traces her fingers over the lines of his palm, oblivious to the loving look her boyfriend is giving her. “Y/N/N,” a deep voice resonates through the room. The couple’s gazes turn toward the open door to find her parents. She scrambles out of her chair and throws herself into her family’s arms. Rafe notices the way her parents’ arms pull her in for a tiger hug. Her father presses a kiss to her temple. “We are so glad you are both okay,” her mother whispers loud enough for the whole room to hear. Rafe responds, “Thank you.” He averts his eyes, clawing at the thin bedding. This catches Mr. Y/L/N’s attention. “Why don’t you go get something to eat with your mother, Y/N/N? You need your energy,” he suggests. “I’ll keep Rafe company. Maybe you can bring something back for him too.”

Sensing he needs to talk to her boyfriend, Y/N nods and follows her mother to the cafeteria. Rafe takes a deep breath. His eyes are trained on the way the older gentleman turns to him, readying himself for a verbal scolding. 

He promised to keep Y/N safe and he failed. He loves Y/N, but he’ll understand if Mr. Y/L/N forces her to break up with him. He won’t like it, but he’ll understand. He is going to buy her a house. Or better yet, he will let her have Tannyhill and he can move somewhere else. Maybe on the Cut. He certainly deserves to live in that hellhole after what he let Y/N get hurt. 

The chair creaks under the weight of Clarence Y/L/N. Rafe’s brows furrow while he watches Clarence find his composure. Once his thoughts are arranged, Mr. Y/L/N says his peace. “Thank you.” Rafe is caught off guard. Out of everything he assumed would come out of the other man’s mouth, gratitude was not what he expected. “I’m sorry,” Rafe baffles, his head tilts. Clarence clears his throat, “Y/N/N told me what you did. That you protected her and put her first when the accident happened. That through the drumming of the rain, your reassuring words pierced through it and calmed her fear.”

“So you aren’t angry at me? You don’t want us to break up?”

The father’s head jerks to the side, “Why in the world would I want that to happen?”

“I got into an accident with Y/N on my back. She could’ve died. I put her in harm's way.”

“You didn’t mean for it to happen Rafe. You can’t control the weather or what the universe has planned. But what you could control was how you reacted. And in that moment your instincts told you to protect my daughter like you promised.”

The boyfriend lets out a sigh, “So this isn’t my last breath.”

Clarence chuckles and pats Rafe’s left shoulder. “No, Son. This is the first breath you take with my blessing to marry my daughter. When you are both ready, of course.” The injured male grins, placing his hand on top of the palm on him. “Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me,” he reveals. High pitch laughter approaching the room stunts the conversation and both men grin at the return of the love of their lives. 

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[noodles-doodles01]

What could’ve been with the characters:

A seemingly spoiled Rhaenyra, wanting to change the system for herself to be accepted as queen. Acting with grandeur when having bastards because she’s naive when she is young. Growing older and facing the true consequences of society have her growing more ruthless, and she begins to flaunt her privilege. When her father passes and she suffers the loss of two children. A Rhaenyra who decides politeness is wasteful, that her power lies in what was decreed for her by her father. A woman who has her limits (blood and cheese) but still does not mind dirtying her hands (« I will have my throne or I will have my brother’s head »). A woman who is soon consumed by war, each loss and retaliation feeding her need for vengeance.

A family oriented Daemon, a man determined to uphold the Targaryen name in power and honour. A Daemon riddled with fear for his brother, seeing he is unfit for the throne and surrounded by leeches. A brother who suffers ill temperament, being sent away because of his brash ways of solving problems. But never is it a question where Daemon’s loyalties lie. A “anyone who isn’t us is an enemy” Daemon, one who is truly seen as the most dangerous man in Westeros. A man who speaks in Valyrian to those who can, upholding this ideal of Targaryen supremacy until he meets Nettles.

An ambitious Alicent, growing past her father’s manipulation and fiercely loyal to her children. An Alicent who, though she may not connect with them as Rhaenyra does (a concept that infuriates her) she holds the duty of their protection high. A religious Alicent, snootily pointing her nose in the air, knowing full well that Rhaenyra only gets away with what she does because she is princess. A hateful Alicent, angry and upset that after all her efforts and sacrifices as queen, she is bested by a princess. An Alicent that fights for the throne for the sake of her children but also for herself, as a reward for her efforts.

A sad Aegon, grown distant from his mother through expectations that are ever growing. A mean drunk, difficult to differentiate from his sober self because he is always drunk. An Aegon who has no wish for the throne, seeing through his mother’s hatred when looking at his half sister. An Aegon who seeks some connection with Helaena, difficult as it may, flying the skies with her on Sunfyre. An Aegon that struggles with ruling whilst trying to prove himself, not in a stupid way, but in a way that truly shows he is untrained. An Aegon that is shown to adore his children, taking in the generational curse of irrational fear to protect them. A grieving Aegon fueled with rage to steep headfirst into war when Jahaerys is murdered, grown distant from his wife and all aside from his brother. One who becomes cruel and ruthless in war for the sake of his family.

A silent Aemond, who despite his misgivings against Aegon, maintains his loyalty to him because he is family. A second son desperate to prove to be more, but in his desperation stumbles upon his own misgivings. An Aemond feeling betrayed by his mother, having been shunned when speaking of Lucerys’ death. One who lies about the nature of the murder, unwavering to weakness. An Aemond who feels immense guilt for Jahaerys’ death, sharing his brother’s grief and anger in war. An Aemond who is strategically intelligent, but green as grass on the battlefield. An Aemond driven further in guilt by the results of Rook’s Rest. A princess regent who shows no mercy to the enemy, holding a facade of stoic strength but trembling within. A man who invites Daemon to the battlefield while hoping Daemon does not take the bait. Aemond, a man who grows bloodthirsty in his taste for power, never once removing the conquerer’s crown from his head. Aemond, a boy who protects his family at all costs, crumbling under the growing burden of responsibility each passing day of the war.

A kind Helaena, distracted by her daydreams but charming and loved. An avid dragonrider who flies through the clouds when her mind fills with visions and whispers amongst the sounds of the world. A Helaena who loves her children, broken by the impossible choice made by Blood and Cheese. A Helaena who is grief ridden, seeking comfort from those around her whilst her brothers are consumed by war and her mother with ambition. A Helaena driven to madness from her consistent visions of death in her family, hopelessly warning her family of their fates in twisted riddles. A Helaena that mourns the loss of her family whilst they are still present.

[zepskies]

And So It Goes - Part 19

Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC (Latina!OC)

Summary: As Madelyn Stillwell’s personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job, and more importantly her life—or helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca.

Word Count: 4,200

Tags/Warnings: Angst, tension, and a plan made…

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19: Collateral

The morning after Butcher, Ben, and Hughie returned to the house came yet another bomb of information Helena wasn’t prepared for.

Homelander had been created in a lab…using Ben’s DNA.

Holy fucking shit, Helena thought, as she sat down heavily on her couch. That seemed to be the anthem of her year.

Ben explained how Vogelbaum had framed it to him back in 1980—as a simple genetics experiment (the details for which, Ben may or may not have tuned out at the time). After the weight of that fell between them all, he left the room with a large bottle of bourbon Helena had hidden under the sink.

“We’re all packed up for the road,” Butcher said. He looked over at Helena and Hughie, who sat together on her couch. Frowning, she noticed how Hughie discreetly blotted at some dark-colored substance coming from his ear. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t earwax.

What the fuck? she wondered.

“Where’s Soldier Boy?” Butcher asked, breaking her from her thoughts.

“You mean, ever since he told us he was supposed to kill his own son?” Hughie retorted. “He locked himself in the bathroom, with a bottle of Old Granddad.”

“My alcohol, you mean,” Helena quipped.

“Homelander ain’t really his son, and he knows it,” Butcher pointed out. He seemed tired, to Helena’s eyes. She could hear it in his voice. She also thought he wasn’t giving this news the full weight it deserved. It had clearly shaken Ben, no matter how much Butcher didn’t want to hear of any kind of hang-ups to their mission. 

Before she could say anything about it, Ben finally came out from down the hall. He glanced at them all before he ventured into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

At least it’s not my beer, Helena thought.

“All right, let’s be off then, ey?” Butcher said, hauling on his black trench coat. “We’ll swing by the office and grab some more V. Then Hughie’ll bring us to where the cunts are. And we’ll pop off Noir, then Homelander.”

Helena shot him an incredulous look.

“More V,” she said, gesturing at Hughie. “Really. Because the black sludge coming out of his ear isn’t enough of a warning sign?”

Hughie grimaced, but Butcher gave her a tight, resigned look.

“You know the score, love. We’ve got two more on the list. That means heading to the Tower,” he said. “I’d appreciate it if you stayed here.”

She crossed her arms and gave him a narrowed look. After last night, she thought he would’ve understood her by now. She didn’t want him to go through with all of this, for his own sake, but if he wouldn’t listen to her, then she would at least try to make sure he and Hughie lived through this.

Because if she let him and Hughie go without her now, knowing she could’ve done something to help…then she’d never forgive herself.

“Well, there’s no sneaky way you’re going to get V24. The R&D lab is below ground at Vought Tower, Level 0. Even when I worked there I didn’t have clearance,” Helena said. Though as an idea grew in her mind, she bit her lip, and finally sighed.

“But there’s a way we can go about this without just bulldozing through the front door…I can get you in there from the control room.”

“Not necessary,” Butcher said. His brows drew together as he looked down at her, drawing closer. She met his gaze with a stubbornness he should’ve expected.

“It is if you want to maintain any kind of element of surprise against Black Noir, let alone Homelander,” she said. Butcher’s lips pressed together, but she made it clear, even in her silence, that he wasn’t leaving without her this time.

Butcher crossed his arms and met her stance, just as bullheaded as ever.

“You’re not coming,” he said.

An hour later, Helena was breezing through radio stations, sitting shotgun in Butcher’s car, while Hughie was forced to sit in the back with Ben. They were cruising at full speed down the highway towards New York City.

“Fucking land on something already,” Ben sniped from the backseat. If he heard one more station change from girly pop to heavy metal, he was going to lose his shit.

Helena rolled her eyes and settled on something they could all agree on: John Lennon, “Give Peace a Chance.” She had to stifle a sardonic smile at the irony.

After a while, Ben started to snooze in the back, while Hughie stared out the window. Helena turned to Butcher and asked something she’d been wondering for days now.

“How’d you even get ahold of V24 to begin with?” she asked.

Butcher expelled a sigh, but he was honest, after swiping a hand over his mouth and beard. “Through Maeve. She gave me the tip on Payback, on a weapon that supposedly killed Soldier Boy, the whole thing. She wants that golden cunt dead as much as we do.”

Helena nodded slowly. “I guess that makes sense.”

She’d been seeing a lot about Maeve on the news; that supposedly she was in rehab, according to Vought. But Starlight fans were teaming up with Maeve fans on social media, demanding proof that she was actually where Vought said she was.

If what Butcher said was true, then maybe Vought had found out about what Maeve was up to. Maybe they’d decided to take her off the playing field.

Helena shook her head in contemplation. This was it. Homelander, Vought—the entire thing needed to crumble. As much as she hated the plan, she could admit that with Ben on board, there was a shot that it wouldn’t all end in even more blood and misery.

Helena woke after a doze to Butcher climbing back into the driver’s seat. They were stopped at a gas station, for which she assumed he’d filled up the tank. Something wasn’t right though, she thought, as the car started moving.

Ben groaned as he woke up from his long nap, and he noticed the same thing she had.

“Oh, there he is,” Butcher said.

“Where’s the cum guzzler?” Ben asked. Helena rolled her eyes; she could only assume he meant Hughie. It was a valid question though. She turned to Butcher with a frown.

“You were spot on about him. There I was, filling up the motor. I turn around, the little git had done a runner,” Butcher said.

Helena’s face turned incredulous, but the knowing shift in Butcher’s gaze implored her to play along. She hesitated, but then she tried to school her features into something more neutral.

“We needed him to get to Noir,” Ben said in annoyance.

“Ah, don’t you worry about that, guv. I got it all worked out,” said Butcher.

Now Helena knew there was something off here. She’d learned to tell when he was lying, but this time his gaze remained on the road. He glanced into the review mirror to watch Ben contemplating.

After a moment, the supe seemed to accept his words.

“Wake me when we get to New York,” he said, and laid across the entire backseat of the car.

Helena shot Butcher a sharper look. It said she’d want answers later; she knew there was no way Hughie would cut and run, not when they were so close.

Butcher nodded in acceptance. He knew he could fool Soldier Boy, but not Helena. He just had to figure out what he was going to do with Helena when they got to his apartment in the city, because he had no intention of bringing her to Vought Tower.

He glanced at her, but she was suspicious now. She crossed her arms and shook her head at him before she faced the road ahead.

It was a long car ride.

A few hours later, they arrived at the apartment Supe Affairs had been funding for Butcher’s team. There, they took some time to regroup. While Ben raided the fridge, Butcher pulled out a locked box from a large safe in the back room. Helena peered into it incredulously.

“Why do you guys have a giant-ass safe?” she asked. “You could fit a whole body in there. More than one, actually.”

She stepped back when Butcher closed it back up. He tossed her a knowing look.

“Having a lead-lined box comes in handy,” he said. He set down the smaller one he carried on the dining table and unlocked it. Inside were a few more green vials of V24. Helena’s brows raised.

“Huh. You really didn’t need my help,” she remarked. Butcher remained quiet, earning her gaze. “Why’d you let me come here with you then?”

“‘Cause I knew you’d raise hell for me, whatever I did,” he said. It was half-exasperated, but she detected the slightly softer edge behind his eyes. He knew why she was here, why she was insistent on helping him. She wanted him to come out of this in one piece, but not just for herself.

With that heavy thought, she watched him walk away from her to check on Ben in the kitchen. She was left with an open box with a handful of vials left.

The thought of V24 disgusted her…but she knew, if she was going back to Vought Tower, if she was taking any chance of coming face-to-face with Homelander again, she needed to protect herself.

She grabbed a vial and hid it in her jacket pocket.

While Helena took her time refreshing herself in the bathroom, she soon caught the muffled sounds of Butcher and Ben talking.

She carefully opened the door a crack, and she listened. She heard Ben talk about The Soldier Boy Story losing out Best Picture to American in Paris. It had been Vought’s best PR story for Soldier Boy’s background—a poor kid from the streets of South Philly, who discovered he had incredible powers to match his heart of gold.

To no one’s surprise, that story was utter bullshit.

Ben had grown up the son of one of the wealthiest steel moguls in Philadelphia, his father. Ben later got kicked out of boarding school…

“Because I was a fuck up,” Helena was surprised to hear him say. She ventured out of the bathroom and lingered in the hall, so she could spy the back of him while he continued with Butcher. Both of them were drinking. Whiskey, if she had to guess.

“But he made sure I knew it,” Ben said, speaking of his father.

“Use the belt, did he?” Butcher asked.

“Never laid a hand on me. He couldn’t be bothered,” Ben replied. “Said I was a disappointment. Not good enough to carry his name.”

Once again, Helena fought the sap within her that wanted to sympathize. She continued to fight against it, even when he admitted that his father hadn’t even been satisfied when Ben underwent Vought’s experiments and became Soldier Boy.

“He said I took a shortcut,” said Ben. “That a real man wouldn’t have cheated.”

Helena took in a subtle breath. She heard the heaviness in his voice. The resentment, and yet, a thread of resignation. She understood then where it all came from—the bravado. The machismo. The asshole behavior. It all stemmed from that wound inside him that craved validation from his father.

Helena could relate. Her own father was, and had always been impossible to please. She knew what it was like to be a disappointment.

In the living room, Ben swirled the liquor in his drink as he shoved down memories of a life he’d thought he left behind a long time ago.

“What about you, got any kids?” Ben asked.

“It’s complicated,” Butcher admitted.

But even when Ben admitted that he’d wanted kids, that he thought he could do it better than his father, Butcher saw through those threads. He reminded that Homelander wasn’t Ben’s son. Not really. He was raised in a lab to take Ben’s place. And more than that…

“Look mate,” Butcher said. “We had a deal.”

Ben drained the rest of his glass and stood. Suddenly this room felt stiff and oppressive.

“I’m gonna get some air,” he said.

Helena watched him head for the apartment’s balcony. She stepped into the living room and shared a look with Butcher.

“On one hand, you probably abandoned Hughie at some random gas station,” she said. “On the other hand, you’re doing your hardest to keep Ben on your side.”

Butcher shook his head instead of answering her, but she stepped into his path and laid a hand on his chest.

“I think you left Hughie because you wanted to save him from all this, like you probably want to leave me here,” she said. “You’re not the same man who started this whole kamikaze mission. The difference now is, you actually have a line you won’t cross.”

Butcher looked down on her, not knowing what she wanted him to say. Just now though, she didn’t need him to say anything.

She grasped the front of his shirt and pulled herself up to him, meeting his lips with hers. It was slow, but with the underlying passion that had always existed between them, right from the start. His hands migrated down the curve of her waist and held her close, his fingers pressing into her lower back.

When she broke from him and met his heavy eyes, hers were filled with quiet determination. Butcher couldn’t understand it. Part of him even hated it, knowing he was still dragging her down with him here.

“Why are you being so fucking stubborn?” Butcher asked.

Her head tilted as she gave a wry smile. “What do you mean?”

His grip on her waist tightened a little.

“Why’re you staying with me?” he pressed. “Hel, you know where this ends.”

“Billy, I don’t have a death wish,” she told him. She squeezed his arms back. “But I don’t just want you alive for me. Ryan needs you too.”

Butcher shook his head, but she stopped him from withdrawing.

“He don’t need me,” he said. “Fact is, both of you are better off without.”

“Yes, he does. He loves you, Billy. He’ll forgive you if you give it a chance. And like it or not, he’s your responsibility. Because you made a promise,” Helena said firmly, pressing a finger into his chest. Tears welled up in her eyes as she met his furrowed stare. “Be a fucking man. Take care of the people you care about. The people who love you.”

Her voice shook, but her conviction was fierce and steady. Butcher could only look down on her in silence, even though her words rattled him down to his boots.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Both of their heads turned, though their eyes briefly met before Butcher gestured for her to step back while he ventured towards the door. He looked in the peephole first.

His eyes widened. Bloody hell?

He opened the door to find Queen Maeve, looking a bit ragged in an “I <3 New York” t-shirt and some pajama pants that were too big for her. 

“Fuck me,” Butcher said in shock. “I thought you was dead.”

M.M. then quickly stepped into view, making Helena gasp when he pointed his gun directly under Butcher’s chin.

“You didn’t think I knew where the blind spots were, motherfucker?” he said.

 “M.M.!” Helena exclaimed, half in greeting, half in warning. Her face practically begged him not to pull that trigger. The other man’s lips pursed.

“Hey, Hel,” he said, more casually than he looked. Behind him and Maeve were Hughie and Annie, Kimiko and Frenchie. The whole gang was here.

“Back up,” M.M. ordered at Butcher. He obliged him by stepping back into the room, closer to Helena, but still in front of her.

“Where’s Soldier Boy?” Annie asked. Her tone boded no further bullshit.

“You on that Temp. V shit, Butcher? Huh?” M.M. demanded. “What happens if I pull this trigger?”

“M.M., stop!” Helena tried. She stepped forward, but Butcher stopped her with a hand held against her. Hughie likewise grabbed M.M.’s shoulder and imploringly diffused him, at least for the moment.

“If Soldier Boy goes through with this, thousands will die,” Hughie said. “Help us stop him.”

“This ain’t a bloody kinder care we’re on about, son. It’s Vought-fucking-Tower,” Butcher pointed out.

“Becca worked in the Tower,” said Frenchie. Helena shot him a look for that one, as did Butcher. Helena had worked for Vought as well.

“You shut your fucking cake hole, Frenchie,” Butcher shot back.

“No,” Frenchie said. He seemed to gain some confidence in standing his ground. He dropped his backpack to the floor and planted his feet as he glared back at Butcher. “No! My cakehole will remain open! You will never command me again. I am done with your cruelty—”

Helena’s brows raised. Once again, Hughie played the part of peacekeeper as he talked Frenchie down from his (seemingly well-earned) tirade. 

“We, we heard you, okay?” Hughie said. He turned to Butcher and leveled him with an honest truth. “You could’ve let me die from the V, but you saved me… In the shittiest way possible, but still. I don’t think you want to do this. I think you want me to pull you back. Like Lenny used to.”

Helena’s eyes widened. He knows about Lenny?

She looked to Butcher for his reaction…and she missed the way Maeve moved. She grabbed something out of Kimiko’s hand and tossed it out the window, despite Annie’s protests. Then she ripped M.M.’s gun apart.

“Butcher’s right. Homelander needs to die!” Maeve said. “That’s it. Whatever it takes.”

Annie shook her head in disbelief. “I really thought that deep down you were a hero.”

“Well, you were wrong,” Maeve replied. “There’s no such thing.”

“This isn’t going to happen,” Annie refuted. Her eyes glowed, displaying her power as the lights flickered.

Helena’s mouth fell open, even as Butcher subtly stepped in front of her. Was this apartment about to become a battlefield?

“Annie, I don’t want to hurt you,” Maeve said, with caution in her eyes.

“But I will,” said Ben. He finally drew back into the living room. Helena didn’t know how long it had been since he’d stepped back inside, but she could assume he’d been waiting for the right moment. That was apparently right fucking now.

He drew all eyes in the room, including M.M.’s darkened gaze.

“All right, you lot. Into the safe,” said Butcher. Helena shot him an incredulous look.

“Billy,” she tried. He wasn’t able to be so stoic looking down at her, but he was resolute in his decision.

“You too, love,” he said. His hand guided her by the small of her back. When she tried to push back, he grasped her arm with a strong, but not painful hold and shepherded her along with the rest of them into the safe. Except for Ben and Maeve, of course.

Helena met Ben’s gaze, but his unyielding mask was firmly in place. She reached out to Butcher before he closed the door. She knew what he was doing; this was his version of saving her—of keeping her out of this. But she glared at him.

“Billy, don’t do this,” she all but pleaded.

He stared back at her in silent apology. “Goodbye, Helena.”

Then he shut the door, casting them all in darkness.

She was grateful no one could see the way she wiped a tear or two from her cheeks. Butcher had shut off the power, so Annie couldn’t use her abilities to draw from the electricity. What she could do was bulldoze her way through the safe, ramming it over and over with her shoulder until the door burst open, allowing them to escape.

Annie shook off the exertion and took in deep breaths.

“Okay, they got a really big head start, but I know a way in,” she said.

“So do I,” said Helena. The women looked to one another with a tenuous truce.

“Then what?” said M.M., after he turned the power back on. “The way I see it, we’re fucked with no grease. No plan and no knockout gas.”

“Knockout gas? Is that what Maeve threw out the window?” Helena asked.

“Yeah, it’s Novichok,” Hughie explained. “A nerve agent. Literally the only thing the Russians found that can take down Soldier Boy.”

Her eyes widened. “What, it can kill him?”

“No, just put him to sleep, indefinitely,” he replied. She considered that with a frown. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking this, considering all the bullshit he’d pulled on her, but she didn’t know if putting Ben to sleep was something she wanted to see happen to him…

“Well, maybe we can reason with him, assuming he takes down Homelander,” she suggested. “Ben’s a raging asshole, but he’s not totally…”

Her words died on her tongue when she realized how M.M. was looking at her, as if he didn’t know her.

“Ben? Motherfuckin’ Ben?” he said incredulously. “So what were you doing all this time, playing fucking house with America’s oldest killer?”

“M.M., that’s not how it went down,” Hughie tried to jump in on Helena’s behalf, but she crossed her arms and stood firm.

“I was trying to help Butcher and Hughie stay alive,” she said, gesturing pointedly at the younger man. Hughie gave a sheepish look.

“Look, I’m not saying he’s a good man,” she continued, meeting M.M.’s angry gait. “But there’s humanity in Ben. I’ve seen it.”

The man had an ego a mile high and twice and wide, with anger issues and that only barely masked how repressed he was, emotionally. He’d threatened her, and even bruised her…but he hadn’t killed her.

He hadn’t wanted to. He’d walked away before he could actually break her.

It wasn’t a strong vote of confidence for his character, but it was better than Homelander, nonetheless.

“You really think you can change that rat bastard,” M.M. said, breaking her out of her thoughts as he shook his head. “Just like you think you change Butcher!”

“I’m not trying to change anyone!” she raised her voice to meet his. “But I do believe that people can choose to change. To be better.”

Because if there was no hope for that, then there was no hope for herself either.

“Call me an idiot,” she said, and she threw her hands up. “Call me a bitch and a lunatic, I don’t care! I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m going to do what I think is right.”

“Yeah, what’s right for you,” M.M. shot back.

“Maybe,” she snapped. “Maybe it is selfish, and I’m sorry. After Homelander’s dead, I’ll help you with Soldier Boy, whatever I can do. But do you really think Ben is the biggest threat right now? To everyone and anyone?”

M.M. seethed in silence, but he didn’t seem to have an answer for her. Annie, Hughie, Kimiko, and Frenchie—they all stood by Helena and M.M., in both silent contemplation and wariness. 

“Okay, then what’s less selfish?” Helena asked, with gesturing hands at him. “Taking out Soldier Boy for your revenge, or ending the biggest fucking psychopath in the world? Otherwise known as Homelander. Who, if you forgot, was responsible for my best friend’s death.”

That fell between them all, heavier than a stone in a shallow pool. Part of Helena felt guilty for spinning M.M.’s cause as selfish, but she’d made her point. M.M., Butcher, Ben, and even she had a score to settle. It was just a matter of who was willing to sacrifice the most for it.

She wasn’t willing to sacrifice her life for revenge, but she would for the ones she loved.

M.M.’s anger soon lessened, by degrees.

“Okay,” said Hughie. He cut through some of the tension, as he himself let out a breath. “How do we get more Novichok?”

“…We don’t,” M.M. said. “That was the only one.”

After a moment of deliberation, Frenchie chimed in. There was a lab in New York that might just have what he needed. It just happened to be Vought’s R&D lab on Level 0.

It was a crazy plan.

“We’re going to break into Vought Tower, while you go to the lab, crawling with armed guards, and you’re gonna cook up the world’s most dangerous neurotoxin?” M.M. said. Sarcasm and disbelief dripped with every word. “With what, a little moxie and a little Mr. Wizard know-how? While we hold off Homelander and Soldier Boy?”

“Uh…oui?” said Frenchie.

Helena looked over at him with a sharp frown. “Are you fucking high?”

He gave her a smile. “Also oui.”

She sighed and covered her eyes with her hand.

“We’re so screwed,” she muttered. “But we’re also wasting time.”

“It’s good enough for me,” Hughie said, with a smile. Annie met her boyfriend with a smile of her own.

“Me too,” she said.

Kimiko agreed to this ingenious plan more readily than M.M., and even Helena. Even so, they had no other options. They were heading to Vought Tower.

AN: Phew! On to the finale! (And then the Epilogue after that.) I finally finished writing the last chapters of this series, so the next chapter will be out soon: on 2/20.

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By the time Helena turned back to the scene before them, Ryan’s eyes were glowing red.

He shot a laser beam right at Soldier Boy, knocking him through the far wall and onto his ass. When he got up, shaking rubble from his shoulders, he clearly wasn’t happy about it.

Fortunately, Helena reached Ryan just as Ben took a few intimidating steps forward.

“Ben, stop!” she shouted. And it actually halted the supe’s steps.

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I loved what you did! Can I request a Part 2 of the Female Tanjiro Reader? (Reader and God plan to get married soon, but God likes to already call himself Reader’s ‘Husband’) Reader’s God Opponent has 2 younger brothers who are the God of Dreams and Nightmares and the God of Revenge and their father is a God of Destruction, Battle and War (I rewatched Infinity Train, and I’m feeling a LOT of things 😭) Only Zerofuku is platonic and he’s basically adopted by Reader and Nezuko (Wholesome Trio)

Anyways, the God of Dreams, out of anger his older brother was killed, demanded Reader to fight him (She refuses because she understands that he’s grieving) however he uses his power over Dreams and puts Reader under his spell and kidnaps her while she’s unconscious along with Nezuko (Goll saw this and ran over to Husband to tell him that God kidnapped Reader and Nezuko)

Anyways, this God taunts (Husband) that killed his brother by asking him if he should he make her dream about the slaughter of her entire family or should he bring her father ‘back to life’ all while laughing sadistically since if they try anything to him, Reader will never wake up (However, thanks to Nezuko’s Blood Demon Art, Reader wakes up on her own) with the God forcing Reader to fall asleep… only for her to wake up over and over again the second the God puts her under his spell, which he loudly proclaims the insanity of her indomitable will to commit suicide over and over again as not even a god would do that, so she must not be a human but a monster

Reader, enraged at this God, screams in pure rage for God to stop putting words in her family’s mouths, as they would never ever say things like that as she finally had enough and decapitates him and goes over to her husband… only for her to push him out of the way to take the stab to her side from the other God, the God of Revenge

(Husband) is very worried for Reader, however Reader begs (Husband) to spare God and save him, which honestly angers him and asks Reader why should he spare God, when he was clearly not going to spare her, and he deserves to die and that they ripped off his leg (Only for Reader to say that God then suffered enough, as he’s grieving and that as long as she doesn’t die, he won’t have her blood staining his hands)

However, the God of Dreams, furious that he lost to a human, is starting to disintegrate, loudly wishes that he could’ve killed her if he had the strength right now as he’s reaching towards her to try and strangle her and calls her a “worthless, ugly woman” and finally dies

Only for their Father to come in and try to kill Reader, which (Husband) crushes their arm that was aiming for Reader and darkly demands why they went for his wife, who is severely injured, tired and needs medical attention, only for him to state he despises the weak, especially humans, and that they should all die, especially Reader, since she’s a human, thus she’s a ‘weakling’ (This very much pisses off Husband, as he wants to murder this God)

(Husband) fights, but isn’t paying much attention as he’s more concerned over Reader, his precious wife, thus he gets injured and God starts running away since they notice other’s are coming over

However, neither expected Reader to run over and throws her sword directly through God’s Stomach, demanding for him to come back and face her ‘Coward’ and Reader finally snaps screaming at his running form calling him a ‘Coward’ and that she’s a Human, but she still fought her opponent, even though he had the clear advantage, but he’s also a coward for leaving his only living son behind to save his own skin, and that (Husband) won, because he save and protect her and Nezuko (Husband is very touched and amazed by his wife’s words)

Sorry if this is a lot, I’m just feeling a LOT of things after watching Infinity Train (I thought it wouldn’t hit me so hard, was very wrong 😭😭😭)

-You hadn’t known this amount of happiness in your life since before your family was killed, you were so happy with (Love), who you were now living with and engaged too (except Zerofuku who became your younger brother).

-Nezuko adored (Love) and you did too, completely happy to be by his side.

-It had been months after Ragnarok and Valhalla was thriving with life, gods and humanity now working together, as intended when humanity first was created.

-Goll had seen a man approach you and Nezuko, and she knew this god was one of the God of Dreams, introducing himself as the younger brother of the god you were forced to kill in your match, demanding you to fight him, so he could avenge his brother.

-He was stunned when you refused, bowing your head deeply to him, “I apologize, but you are angry because you are grieving. I did not want to kill him, but he gave me no choice and the tournament was a fight to the death.”

-His hand shot out, grabbing you over your eyes and you instantly slumped into his arms, fast asleep before he picked you and Nezuko’s box up and took off with your body.

-Goll was quick to run to (God), screaming that you had been taken and instantly he had ran out the door, following Goll’s instructions on where you had been snatched from.

-He was able to find you easily as this god who took you was sloppy, leaving a trail, leading to a massive grassy field.

-He had a wicked smirk on his face, looking down at your sleeping body, Nezuko hugging you, shielding your body with her own as he looked at your partner, “She killed my brother~ I wonder if she would like sweet dreams of watching her family be slaughtered~ or maybe her father returning to life~ what do you think (Love)?”

-You instantly stirred, Nezuko’s nails biting into your skin, her Demon Blood Art giving you the strength to overwhelm his own powers as you started to thrash, seeing your family being killed over and over in front of you.

-(Lover) tried to attack the god who immediately put you back to sleep, “Touch me and I’ll make sure she never wakes up!”

-You kept forcing yourself awake and he kept forcing you asleep, quickly growing enraged, “You monster!! Is your will that strong that you’re willing to die?!”

-With a war cry you were able to snap wide awake and managed to lunge, grabbing his head and headbutted him hard, cracking his skull, “SHUT UP!!” his head fell back from the blow, his neck instantly snapping.

-He fell to the ground, dead, while you were panting hard, Nezuko clinging tightly to you before you set her down, turning to see (Love) rushing towards you.

-Your eyes widened, seeing him there before you instantly froze, running towards him and you were quick to leap in front of him, taking a sword right through your midsection, taking the blow for your lover.

-(Love) turned in horror as you fell, seeing a God of Revenge, the brother of the god of dreams and the god you killed in your match, had been the one to attack you, furious that you killed both of his brothers and nearby was another god, their father, a god of destruction and war.

-(Love) instantly attacked him, pulling him off of you and went into a frenzy, violently attacking this god, ripping one of his legs off as well as one of his arms.

-He only froze when he heard you calling out to him, begging him to stop, not wanting him to kill another for you, you didn’t want his blood staining your hands.

-He dropped the broken but alive body of Revenge, not happy to let him live as he was going to kill you, but for you, he would do anything.

-Destruction then ran forward, aiming his hand to strike you down in a single blow but (Love) was quick to catch it, snapping his arm in half in fury as you coughed up blood, “Why would you go after my wife (big sister) when she’s injured?!”

-Revenge just snickered, “Humans are weaklings! They shouldn’t be allowed to live! They should have never won Ragnarok!!”

-(Love) instantly charged, the two locking up in battle, your love taking a few hard blows, as he was focused more on you than the fight, worried about you while Nezuko was hunched over you, crying that you were hurt.

-You heard voices and you saw other gods and humans, warriors from Ragnarok, rushing towards you, after Goll had sounded the alarm.

-You looked up at (Love) and Destruction who leapt back, seeing others were coming and he was quick to turn tail to run, leaving Revenge, who was calling out for him, begging him to not leave him behind.

-Like a surge of energy flew through you, adrenaline, you had shot to your feet and rushed at Destruction with your sword, “Don’t run you COWARD!!” and with your final word, you ran him through his midsection, shocking him but he was more enraged at you calling him a coward.

-He fell back as he tried to turn on you as you glared harshly down at him, “You call yourself a father?! Your child is hurt and crying out for you, why didn’t you help him?! That’s why (Love) is better than you! He’s at least doing his best to protect Nezuko and me!!”

-He glared hard up at you, “You dare speak to me like this?! You’re just a filthy, ugly, weak human!!”

-He started, meeting your eyes, seeing you look down at him with pity as (Love) came over, sweeping you into his arms, hugging you close as the other warriors made it to you and the injured gods.

-Hercules- Scolded you for being so reckless when you went after Destruction, while peeling you an apple to feed to you while you were, once again, in the infirmary, Nezuko fast asleep on you lap. You said nothing as you knew he had been worried about you but was angry that you had taken the hit meant for him, his body would have been able to withstand the blow, scolding you that you got injured for nothing. Once he was done venting, he fed you the apples, making you smile softly at the sweetness of them before he pecked your forehead gently, telling you to not make him worry anymore.

-Jack- Had been quiet, more so than normal, his silent tell that he was upset as he sat beside you in the infirmary bed, Nezuko lounging across your lap as his arm was around your shoulders, keeping your head on his chest. You were fretting, worried he was mad at you before he finally spoke, “Don’t ever do anything foolish like that again, Y/N. I can’t bear even the thought of losing you.” You smiled softly, tilting your head up and pecking his cheek, “I’ll try my best.” Your promise made him smile softly before he pressed a kiss to your temple.

-Thor- Guarded you fiercely while you were in the infirmary, as he knew those other two gods, who attacked you, were being treated here as well, but once they were better they would be immediately locked up to face punishments for their crimes. You were holding Thor’s hand, feeling it tensing under your grip as he finally looked at you, giving you a soft smile, seeing that you were going to be just fine.

-Loki- Pouty baby, making you feel guilty for worrying him as he scolded you, but you knew that’s how he showed he cared as he yelled at you for taking the blow meant for him. He couldn’t’ fight your big watery eyes, “I didn’t want you to get hurt, Loki.” He turned, hiding his blush as he knew he lost against you, but he was quick to crawl into your arms, hugging you tightly, feeling that you were still there, still alive.

-Hades- Pampered you while scolding you at the same time. Fluffed your pillow before calling you an idiot for taking that sneak attack blow meant for him, fed you grapes while telling you that he could have dealt with Destruction running but you did it yourself and put more strain on your body. You just let him vent and yell, as in hindsight you knew you had been a bit reckless, again, before you opened your arms, wanting a hug and you held him close, running your nails across his scalp, making him melt into you and relax.

-Poseidon- Had tried going after Revenge and Destruction more than once, for hurting you and making you cry, despite them being in the infirmary as well. When he returned after another failed attempt, a steaming lump on his head from Zeus, he immediately crawled onto the bed with Nezuko and you, pulling you into his body, pouting. You patted his head gently, doting on him as his grip tightened, remembering your words, you praise that he was a better man because he had defended you, it made him happy.

-Buddha- Hugged you while laying on the bed with you, squeezing you gently, happy that you were alive and well. He looked up at you, popping his chin up on his hand, “You do realize that I could have dodged that blow that you took for me right?” you blushed cutely, but smiled softly, “I didn’t want you to get hurt, my love. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He hugged you, a smile on his face, hearing your words that made his own face flush red.

-Zerofuku- Cried alongside Nezuko, one on either side of you, hugging you around your neck, upset that you had gotten hurt protecting your little brother. You doted on both of them, instead of resting like you should have been, wanting to take care of them both as it was your fault that they were crying. Once Nezuko fell asleep, you turned your attention to Zerofuku who sniffled softly, trying to calm down, “Did you really mean that I was better than him?” you smiled, opening your arms to embrace him and he hugged you instantly as you pecked his forehead, “Of course you’re the best! You were so brave trying to protect us.” He beamed warmly at the praise.

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éternité - (i)

j’attends patiemment la lueur / qui jaillira des abysses (i patiently wait for the glow / which will spring from the abyss)

When Rhaenyra’s sister opts to go to Storms End instead of Lucerys, she thinks the trip is a waste of time. Borros Baratheon will probably not support her sisters claim. But when she sees Aemond at Storm’s End, she realizes the trip is not without its uses after all. Maybe another sort of alliance can be made. 

Pairing: aemond targaryen x reader Warnings: incest, mild sexual content, some angst Notes: it’s written around the song éternité by Hante., the lyrics come from the same song. The reader is Rhaenyra’s sister, but I do not describe the reader. So you can imagine her to look whatever you want her to look like. Fic is cross posted under the same name at AO3. 

dedicated to @thechildofmay​ who made me like aemond. 

(i) j’attends patiemment la lueur / qui jaillira des abysses (i patiently wait for the glow / which will spring from the abyss)

Her heartbeat is one with the rhythm of the dragons’ moving wings. Above the shelter the storm gives them, they make their way, almost invisible in the moonless night. 

While her nephew Jacaerys traveled north, she proposed to take Lucerys’ place to travel to the Stormlands. Her nephew had said he had wished to go, but she had convinced her sister to send her instead. Her nephew should stay at Dragonstone to protect his queen mother. Or so she had told Luke, so that he no longer felt disappointment. 

Truth be told her motives were not entirely in the new Queens’s favor. With the grief that came with losing their father and Visenya, Dragonstone felt colder than ever. With her uncle planning a war and her sister trying to prevent one, tensions never been higher. They all know war is coming and they all know it won’t be without losses. 

Her relationship with Rhaenyra is one of contradictions. For her to live, their mother had to die. Her first breath meant their mothers last. To her father she was the daughter that was not wanted and to her sister the girl who killed her mother. At the same time, she was also all that was left of their mother and their father’s wife. They said her smile was so alike Aemma’s, they sometimes said she was her mother reborn. She never believed them until the last time she saw her father and he called her by her mother’s name instead of her own. The smile had not disappeared from her face, it was the final confirmation that she was not entirely unwanted after all. 

It’s the burden she has to bear, to be the killer of her mom and be a girl at the same time. A second daughter, to never be more than an object to be used in a marriage pact. To make sure the Targaryen line goes forth and forth. And to probably end up like her mother did, dying in the warfare of childbirth. If Viserys hadn’t named Rhaenyra his heir, the same fate would be bestowed on her. The same fate Rhaenyra now expects of her to fulfill. 

She was betrothed before; Aegon was only two months, and she was two years. And all her life that was all she knew; she would marry him and he would be hers. Of course the match fell the moment she followed her sister to Dragonstone and Alicent married him to Helaena. She now wonders if it would’ve prevented the war that is about to come if she stayed. Maybe she would’ve been happy. Maybe she could’ve been more than just a babe that killed her mother, more than a second daughter and more than a mirror of a person that will never be again. 

As she urges her black dragon closer to the stars, she tries to not think about what she left behind on the ground.  It would be so easy to forget about duty and to escape. To fly closer to the stars anyone else ever has, to be one with the night and together with the moon. Forever looking down on what’s beneath, to never have to worry about anything. All she would have to do is glow. 

Borros Baratheon will not support Rhaenyra, her trip is a wasteful one. He has no son she can marry and she has no cock to bed one of his daughters with. Maybe the Gods are kind, and she is there before any Hightower is, they still have two sons to marry off. Maybe she can persuade them with her words and otherwise maybe she persuades them with her dragon. She owes it to her sister to at least try. Delving into the stormy clouds, away from the stars and back into duty, Storm’s End takes shape. 

// 

“Sister.” She does not even have to look in the direction the voice is coming from to know which of her two brothers is here. A small smile plays on her face, she was sure this trip was a waste of time. But maybe now this visit might become fruitful after all. 

“Half-brother.” If he feels anything at all because of the distinction, his face masks it well. But the eye that he still has can’t hide the flash of annoyance he feels. She imagines Aemond sometimes wishes it is as emotionless as the sapphire that rests on the other side of his handsome face. 

The line-up of Baratheon daughters tells her all she needs to know. A marriage pact was probably discussed, if not already made. The girls suddenly find the ground very interesting, not one looks up. She tries to find the one that might be blushing, or the one that secretly smiles. Or maybe there is one who looks disappointed. Did her brother choose his new bride, or did they offer him one? 

“It must be a second child’s curse, to always have to do the eldest sibling’s dirty work.” Her words are for Aemond, but she is looking at the lord of Storm’s End. Borros Baratheon is as impressed with her as she is impressed with him. “I came here to remind you of your father’s oath. But seeing how willingly you have your own blood lined up as broodmare for a traitorous second son, I know my sisters’ words will only be wasted.” She waves with the letter Rhaenyra wrote. 

“You can tell your whore of a sister that there is no place for a woman on the throne.” Borros spits the words out as if they are supposed to hurt her. She does not show emotion, instead she walks to one of the torches that light up the hall. She puts the letter close to it, so it catches fire. She searches for the one familiar face in the crowd and when she finds it, she makes her decision. 

“Let’s pray you won’t burn as this paper does when the fighting starts.” 

The clatter of swords being drawn makes her drop the burning letter to the floor. But to her surprise it is Aemond who is the first to be in front of her. His own sword drawn, but instead of facing him she faces his back. She does not understand why he is still defending her after all she had said. The whole hall is silent, the tension so thick it almost suffocates her. The tension is lifted when Borros laughs a deep raspy laugh. “Let’s pray for that indeed, princess. Lower your swords, there is no need for bloodshed, today.” 

//

Aemond had followed her outside. He joins her on the wooden bench that looks over the training yard, sheltered away from the storm but close enough to taste the rain. 

“How did you come here?” His first question is a loaded one. For a long time she didn’t have a dragon, the egg that was placed in her cradle never hatched. And she never found a dragon to bond with, not until she followed her sister to Dragonstone. 

It was something they used to bond over when they were children and without a dragon. But then he lost an eye but gained the sky and all that was left for her to claim was the loneliness on the ground. 

“The same way as you did brother.” 

“Now I am no longer your half-brother?” He does not even ask about her dragon. At least it is good to know that the poison she put in her words stung. She opens her mouth to answer, but the sound of thunder interrupts her. She stands up to have a closer look at the empty yard. The sound of the rain calms her down a little. The clattering sound reminds her of how the sea sounds at Dragonstone. 

“Which one will you marry?” She does not dare to look at him when she asks her question. 

“Why? Do you want to make the choice for me?” When she turns around, she sees him smiling at her. It feels comforting and like she is in the past. Where they would fight each other daily to be seen strolling in the gardens after. 

“Like how I had to decide what sweets we should steal from the kitchens? Will I also be blamed if your wife is as sour as the sweets I used to choose?” She sits down next to him again. “Blamed like I was when you tried to steal a dragon egg.” 

She pretends to be offended. “As if I didn’t steal one for you too.” They both laugh at the bittersweet memory that comes with it. Back when they were lonely together on the ground, when their adventures came in the form of stealing candy, dragon eggs and reading stories in the library. It was the day after their nephews and brother had presented him with the pig-dragon she had stolen the eggs. He took the blame, but at night she came to his room with books, candy and a promise to get back at them. 

The memories once so sweet now taste bitter. They can never have that again and he probably doesn’t even care. 

To ache the pain in her heart she pretends to not care either. “You know, I almost forgot how much fun we used to have.” It’s an invitation for more laughter, but Aemond does not give her that. 

“I didn’t. I will never forget it.” 

They are silent after that, both listening to the storm that rages over the steadfast. He is the one to break the silence after the fifth flash of lighting. 

“I think we are so alike, both the second child of our mother. You a second daughter and me the second son. We are both closer in age to Aegon, but yet it was always you I found.” 

She looks up at his face, but his eye stubbornly stares into the storm. So she takes the hand that rests on his leg. Her skin is cold against his, but he accepts her touch. 

“Would you still have found me if I stayed in Kings Landing?” They both know if she stayed, she would’ve been Aegon’s wife. He finally looks her in the eye, his hand squeezing hers. 

“I found you now.” 

There are so many things she wants to tell him or ask him. She wants to ask if he missed her, she wants to tell him how she sometimes dreams of him. She wonders if he thinks of her when he flies, because she does think of him. But she doesn’t dare to go there, so she asks something else. 

“Have you been to Fleabottom with Aegon in the time I was away?” She doesn’t want to know why she is dreading his answer. He smiles that half smile that he used to give to her when they were younger. It’s the smile he would wear when they were to do things they were not supposed to do. 

“Yes. But not in the way you’re insinuating.” He must like the relief that clearly shows on her face, because his smile grows a little too cocky for her liking. But she can give him this one truth, it won’t hurt her that much. 

“Good.” 

“What does it matter to you?” 

“I imagine it matters to your future wife. I know it is something I will want in my future spouse.”  His one eyebrow is raised, but the mocking expression leaves his face when she leans in closer. “Wouldn’t you like to be the only one? To be the first and the last. To take ownership of all the good memories in their head. To be forever theirs and them to be forever yours.” 

His eye darkened, she can almost see purple in the blue now. Her mouth is so close to his. He breathes in her air, something that was once inside her now inside him. She hopes she can worm her way inside of him like her air does. To be in his head and through his head in his heart. She feels possessive, she wants to be his first. Maybe not his last, but this moment she wants to take from him. Something that will be just for her, something no one else will ever make claim of. She must have him, can’t let anyone else have the pleasure to be the first. So, she is the one to close the gap and kiss him. 

His lips taste like smoke and she turns into ash when he wraps his arms around her to deepen the kiss. He is like her future and her past, everything she thought would not last. And it is only a kiss, but in this very moment she is sure that he not only belongs in her past, but also in her future. 

Breathless she leans back in his arms, to see her own desire mirrored on his face. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looks like everything she wants him to be. Her heart is raging as loud as the storm. She’s trying to decide what to do, she can’t have him here publicly in the yard of a house that hates her. But she wants him to come back to her, begging for more and more and for her to give him that again and again. 

He does not give her time to think things through, because he kisses her again. His kisses on her throat are too light, too soft and too sweet. She hates how her body feels out of control, as if it no longer belongs to her but to him. This is not how it was supposed to go, it was just him that should feel this way. But his tender kisses feel like the soft glow of a sunrise and the way he murmurs her name against her skin sounds like a prayer. 

She pushes herself closer to him, her body hiding to where her hand wanders. She can feel him through the fabric of the pants. He is already half hard.  Softly she strokes him, he immediately freezes, his eye big with uncertainty. 

“If you want me to stop, now is the time to say.” She wants to give him a smile to reassure him it is okay for him to say no, that he doesn’t need to go there if he really doesn’t want to. 

“No, don’t stop.”

“Then keep kissing me.” She smiles her smile now. 

Her rubs are on the rhythm of his kisses. Too slow, too sweet, but she starts to think he likes it that way. Her skin catches his soft moans and breathy sounds. His eye closes, his skin glows in the lighting. He looks like something that only appears in her dreams, too good to be true. 

Her other hand finds its way into his hair. It’s damp because of the rain, but still so soft. She wants to pull it, maybe that will make him less loving and easier to distrust. To feel his fire and to burn her fingers on his heat. For him to lose control and to think about this moment for months. Like a blood stain in white fabric, she won’t be erased from his mind. 

Something about the way his hips arch up to meet her touch excites her. The sounds that escape from his mouth, his skin that is so adorably flushed. The way her touch blinds him, so willingly, so needy. Just for her. 

Their bodies will be the battlefield and his heart the casualty. But not here and not yet. 

When she stops her touch, he reaches for her face with both hands. The next open-mouthed kiss more heated than the one before. Almost can she feel the fire burning inside him, ready to unleash and ready to take what it wants. 

His fingers make its way inside her dress, where warm skin meets the cool skin of her upper leg. But she grabs his hand before he can go further. “No. That is something I can only give to the one I will wed.”

The disappointment on his face she feels inside her heart. The spell is broken, she feels in control again. 

“Maybe you can’t be my first, but you can certainly try to be my last.” 

It is a promise she knows he will keep no matter what. An insurance to be his in a way the Gods will disapprove of. She notices that the storm had stopped, there is only a light rain now. 

“Besides, we can’t do that here.” Suddenly Aemond seems to be aware of the location they’re in too. Where first it was only them, suddenly the world around them lives again. 

//

“Do you want me to fly you back to Dragonstone?” She turns around, already in the middle of the yard. “And how can I trust you to not take me with you to Kings Landing? Besides, I have my own dragon.” 

“Then where is it?” She now realizes he didn’t ask about her dragon because he didn’t believe she had one. 

“Where it belongs, free as a storm and one with the stars.” They both look up to the sky, where a big shadow circles closer to the ground and then how her dragon lands outside the walls of the keep. 

He grabs her arm before she can truly leave him. “If I were the one to be married to you all those years ago, I would have kept my promise.”

She realizes it now. The way he was so fast to draw his sword when she threatened Lord Baratheon and the way he so easily fell in the feelings of nostalgia. He will kill for her, conquer for her and maybe even betray for her. It’s not just the lust, it’s the nostalgia and childhood memories not to be forgotten. To never be enough and always be there to be a pawn. The understanding only second children will ever have between them. 

Her smile does not reach her eyes when he lets her go. “But we weren’t.”

//

Later Aemond would watch her fly away on a black dragon he does not recognize. His heart filled with contradicting feelings, but his head occupied with a plan. She said he might not be the first but could try to be the last. What if he could be the first too? She could be his and maybe he could let himself be hers. If she was his, it would mean she would be on his side too. She wasn’t entirely wrong with her accusation before, he would’ve taken her with him to Kingslanding. As a pawn and perhaps as a lover and only now he realizes she could become both. 

//

“We can forget about the Baratheon’s support.” Her arm is linked with her sister’s arm. In the distance they can hear a dragon’s calling, loud enough to overcome the sound of the waves. “Aemond was already there when I arrived. I think he will marry one of the Baratheon daughters.” Rhaenyra sniffs and grabs her hand, squeezing it lightly. “It does not matter; I am glad you came back safely.”

In this moment she is happy she came back; the warm glow of the stars does not compare to the fire that is her sister’s love. 

“I would not say the trip was without it’s uses. Perhaps there will be a powerful new ally in the future after all.” 

 ----

Thank you for reading! Part two will be a whole lot smuttier. This part is the needed build up for what is to come ;) 

ps: yes her black dragon is of course the cannibal 

[metalscoops]

Cold Souls

based on the prompt 'mom returns' #harringroveweek

“Is that–” Steve was looking past Max, his eyes wide. His voice was strained, but that wasn’t new, he’d sounded like that all day, on the verge of tears that he wouldn't let spill over.

“What?” She spun around, expecting anything, everything, except the sight that greeted her.

Max had never met Marianne Hargrove, she’d left years before Neil and Susan had met and got married, but she would recognise her anywhere. She had the same blue eyes, the blonde curls, the jawline. She was the spitting image of her son (or Billy had been a spitting image of her).

“That’s Billy’s mom, right?” Steve continued behind her, cold fury seeping into the words.

“Yes. I don't know how– what the hell is she doing here?” Max ground her teeth together, an ache pulsing through her jaw and settling behind her ears in the beginnings of a headache.

“Did you invite her?”

“Fuck no. She left–” Max paused to clear her throat, hating how choked up she was getting, “she left Billy. Years ago. Why the hell would I invite her?”

Steve rested a large hand on her shoulder, grounding and sure. Max closed her eyes, furiously brushing away the tears that had fallen traitorously to her cheeks. When she glanced up at him he looked just as angry as he’d sounded, eyes hard and cold, jaw clenched just as tight as Max’s was.

“How did she know to be here, then?”

Steve glanced back at the small gathering behind them, somber and quiet in their black clothes, standing beside the prepared and empty hole in the ground. Max sent a glare at the coffin, half-accusatory and half-pleading.

Billy Hargrove should not be in there.

He should not be gone .

He should not be rotting and being laid to some bullshit lie of ‘eternal rest’.

He was– had been– larger than life, loud and brash and unmissable, so it didn't make sense that he was now quiet and gone .

“I don’t know.”

Max looked back at Steve again, thinking that Billy would’ve thought Steve was very handsome right now, even when he wasn’t trying to be. The thought hurt. She knew they’d been dating, neither of them had been exactly subtle about it. But it hadn't been for long, they’d barely had any time and then Billy was sacrificing himself to save them all.

She grabbed for Steve’s hand on her shoulder, squeezing tightly and blinking away the fresh tears that had risen in her eyes.

Ms Hargrove was closer now, approaching where they stood away from the road. She was wearing an inappropriately slinky black dress and spiky heels, her hair perfectly done, and Max hated her now more than she ever had before.

“Good morning, is this the funeral for Billy Hargrove?” Her voice was big, like her hair, with a strong Californian accent. Her bright eyes flicked between Max and Steve who stared at her in silence for a long moment.

“Why the hell do you care?” Max finally gathered herself together enough to demand.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard her,” Steve snapped, “why the hell do you care? You left Billy!”

“Hello, who are you?” Ms Byers soft voice startled them all when she appeared on the other side of Steve, looking tiny next to him.

“Billy’s mom,” Max answered before Ms Hargrove could.

“What?!”

The sudden switch from soft and quiet to loud and furious was jarring, but expected. She knew Ms Byers would do anything to protect her kids– be they biological or the ones she’d practically adopted -but Max hadn’t thought Billy would get the privilege of coming under that protective banner.

She’d never been so happy to be wrong, she just wished it could’ve happened earlier and somehow saved Billy from his fate.

“Why are you here?”

For someone so small Ms Byers could be scary, and Max was glad she’d never had that fury turned on her. Hers was the fury of a mother dragon, disturbed from sitting on her nest and ready to breathe fire on the person who had dared to bother her.

“I just asked her that.” Steve looked down at Ms Byers and Max watched the way her face softened when she saw whatever expression Steve had on his face.

Ms Byers pressed her small hand to Steve’s cheek, her eyes warm and so expressive, and Max crumbled when she turned that same look towards her, full of love. 

“Ms Byers–”

“Joyce please, Max. And no, you two don't need to deal with this on a day like today. I will deal with her.”

Max hid her laugh behind her hand at the insulted look that Ms Hargrove sent Joyce. Ms Byers– Joyce – shooed them away, not giving them a chance to argue with her.

“Come on, let’s go say goodbye to your brother,” Steve squeezed her shoulder gently, his voice thick with tears.

Max sniffled, wiping away her still flowing tears, and allowing Steve to turn her away from Joyce and Ms Hargrove and lead her back towards the small gathering by the empty grave site.

Max looked back over her shoulder, wedged between Lucas and Steve, watching Joyce and Ms Hargrove talk to each other.

She couldn't hear what they were saying from this far away, but judging by Joyce’s gesticulations and how angry she looked it had very quickly devolved into an argument.

“Who is that?” El stopped in front of Max, looking sad and confused.

“Billy’s mom. She apparently decided now was a good time to finally come back for her son,” Max sneered, “you know, after he was already dead.”

“Oh,” El sniffed, her eyes red-rimmed and watering already. Max knew that apart from her and Steve, El was the one who knew best how affected Billy had been when his mom had left him alone to deal with Neil, “but– why?”

“Because she’s a selfish fucking woman who apparently decided that leaving her son with an abusive shit of a man was a good idea,” Max had to stop herself from shouting as she explained to El.

“Nothing she does will make sense to us,” Steve snarled, his anger and grief belaying any of his normally calm demeanor, “we actually have hearts unlike her.”

“I don't want her here,” El said quietly, glancing between the coffin waiting to be lowered into the prepared grave and the woman who had birthed the boy lying dead in that coffin, “Billy wouldn't want her here,” she finished firmly.

Neither Max nor Steve stopped her as she made her way towards the two arguing women, a sad but determined look on her face.

“Do you want to say anything to her?” Steve nudged Max gently, drawing her attention away from staring at Billy’s coffin again.

“No. She won’t have anything to say that will make me forgive her.”

Steve sighed in agreement, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I know I’m a poor replacement, but you’ve got me if you need me.”

[avatarskywalker78]

It's Six Sentence Sunday - the first one for a while so here's a couple extracts for you! The first is from my 'Tory is a Barnes' AU, because spite is a powerful motivator and Tory deserves better.

Tory should’ve been in jail.

She sure as hell didn’t want to be, but she knew, without a doubt, that she should be – she’d been the entire reason the brawl had kicked off in the first place, she’d personally hospitalised a girl and led to Miguel…to Miguel…

She’d been horrified. Minutes beforehand she had gleefully snapped another girl’s arm before the princess tackled her down the stairs, the bitch, and after the random putting up such a good fight Tory hadn’t had the energy to get back up, and then Miguel had fall—

(She couldn’t think the words, but the images would never, ever leave her.)

There’d been anger, at first – pure, unadulterated fury, because the person responsible was Robby Keene, a Miyagi-Do and LaRusso’s boyfriend and the reason Cobra Kai had started turning soft before Kreese set things right, because he was Sensei Lawrence’s son, and he’d lost the AVT because Hawk and Miguel had been true Cobra Kais. They’d told her all about it, and so Tory had hated him even before he’d started dating the princess.

Tory's feeling a lot of guilt and she hasn't even found out Elaine's her cousin in this 'verse.

I started another Cobra Kai fic as well - initially intended to address (and poke holes in) Mike being a Sensei because that makes no sense whatsoever, but it's kind of morphed into something else, so we'll see where it goes.)

Mike had never expected to see Daniel LaRusso again.

Even when Cobra Kai had been brought back, he’d resolved to keep out of it. He’d been kept aware of what was happening due to his kids, who tended to let him know what they’d heard on the grapevine, and after everything he’d heard he’d once again been eternally grateful that he was no longer involved in that mess.

Course, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been worried about the situation - he’d been convinced that kids were gonna get hurt again and he’d hated, absolutely hated the fact that he’d been right. LaRusso’s daughter maimed by a Cobra Kai, a Cobra Kai kicked over a balcony and almost killed by Lawrence’s son, a bunch of kids from both dojos sporting less serious injuries but still proof that this should never have been allowed to escalate the way it did.

And the fact that Elaine could’ve been caught up in it if she hadn’t happened to be ill that day…

I can tell this fic does build on the scenario mentioned in protecting our family (and calling you out) - as Mike's first meeting with Daniel is a chance encounter in the street and it goes very badly.

I've also been working on another Zelda fic as part of @genworkjune (though as you can tell, it's a little belated 😅😅). This time it's a tale of two Links as it's from the POV of the Hero's Shade (OOT! Link) as he trains TP! Link, and reflects on his past. This is working in two prompts - Character Study and Mentor-Mentee Relationship - and an interesting one for me to write because my headcanon is that OOT! Link did not live his entire life full of regret that he wasn't remembered - it was only in his last years that it started to truly weigh on him.

The boy is young.

That is his first thought on seeing him and it's perhaps a little unfair - after all, he himself was even younger when he started his quest.

But maybe that is why he looks at this nineteen-year-old and sees him as a youngster. That, and near to a thousand years remaining tied to the mortal realm, catching glimpses of his descendant but never able to truly interact with them until now. And while he does want to move on, he dearly wishes his descendant didn't have to embark on such a dangerous quest.

But there is nothing to be done about it.

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @ofbriarandrose

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

time to break the news to jinseoul…

you walk the halls of the palace hand in hand with jungkook; on your way to wake both ae-cha and jinseoul to tell your oldest son the truth of nami’s pregnancy and for a punishment. yes, you two are going to punish your children for not only lying in both of your faces but for sneaking nami in when they know that is forbidden. it hurts to even say ‘punish’ because you’ve never punished your kids. all you’ve ever done was send them to the library for a week but you this situation is much bigger than reading a few books for 3 hours a day.

what this situation has taught you is that no matter how well you’ve raised your children, they will make mistakes. some worse than others, but for a long time you believed your children were perfect. they did great in school, each possessed a talent they perform exponential at, they’re kind, respectful, and polite. but like any child, they slip up and make decisions that aren’t the wisest yet you love them. every last one of your children you love, flaws and all.

you both do.

“jinseoul, wake up sweetheart. go freshen up, okay? your father and i need to talk with you in his office”

“ae-cha, hi baby. go freshen up. your father and i need to talk with you in his office”

you instruct two maids to keep a watchful eye on your children to make sure they meet at the place you told them to. the first to arrive is jinseoul and then ae-cha a few minutes afterwards.

“take a seat, kids” you tell them and as instructed, they sit down and wait for you to address the problem at hand.

“i’m sure you two know why you’re here and i’d like to say that i’m very disappointed in the two of you. you both have deliberately lied in front of our faces, snuck out of the palace walls, and even snuck someone into the palace”

both jinseoul’s and ae-cha’s eyes widen when you bring up sneaking someone into the palace.

“m-mom, i can explain—“

“explain what, jinseoul? you know that’s not right. you could’ve endangered your siblings and yourself and don’t think we didn’t find that passage you two had”

“well how else are we supposed to leave, mom?” ae-cha chimes in.

“maybe by asking? you both know you can ask your father and i for anything”

“no one wants to talk to us when we’ve got guards around us threatening to hurt anyone that touches us. we aren’t kids, mom. we’re adults” she sasses back which is expected and you won’t lie, that statement definitely hit a nerve.

“since when? it’s fun until one of you get hurt by going out there without any protection around you”

“i-i’m sorry mom, dad. i’ll never sneak anyone in here every again” jinseoul says as he stands up from his chair to bow to the both of you.

“it’s just…i love her. i love nami so much. i want to marry her and i know what i did wasn’t right but i promise to be a loving father. i’ll love her and our child unconditionally! j-just give me a chance. i swear, i’ll never disappoint you ever again”

~🫧

You both exchange a look with each other when you hear your son proclaim his love for Nami and his supposed child. Now jungkook gets love. Because he loves you very much and he knows how it feels to be in love and to be desperate.

But he’s worried about jinseoul’s reaction? Will he be able to take the news as well without losing his composure? He doesn’t want his son to experience heartache. But he has to tell him the truth

“Son… we have something to tell you and I’m not sure if you’re even going to like it or if you’re going to believe us, but why would I lie to you?” Jungkook begins after taking a deep breath. “ but as a king, and as your father, most importantly, I had to do a background check on the girl you claim to love and turns out.. she’s not pregnant.” he’s already dropped the bomb, jungkooks looks at his son, with a stern look in his eyes, because he just wants him to be very strong.

He hat to become a conqueror, just like his father, and if he loves someone, he has to conquer them, just like he conquered you.

“Nami probably lied to you or maybe she was just confused, but I can’t believe that you had sexual relations with her? And you didn’t even bother to your mother about it? do you know that it’s forbidden to touch any woman that’s not your wife?” Jungkook reminds him of the taboo

And why shouldn’t he follow the rule, when Jungkook was a virgin before you?

“I am so disappointed in you and frankly very angry but your mother advised me to be calm and patient with you..” he blinks, “ It’s because of your mother, and that I am being so lenient with you after what you’ve done!” jungkook clicks his tongue, leaning back in his chair.

“My best doctors had her examined and and she’s not pregnant.” Jungkook says once again, “so what is your decision going to be? You are aware of our history with the Choi’s aren’t you?” He’s so frustrated, what is it going to be?

“And you, ae-cha.” Jungkook turns his focus onto his oldest daughter, “ never ever lie to me again.” he’s really hurt that his baby girl would ever lie to him… his tone is a little rough, but they deserve this, for breaking their parents heart, so far a while he’s clearing at her, and then you pinch his arm, reminding him about jinseoul,

once again he’s looking at him. “I want both of you to never talk to your mother, in that tone of yours ever again.” He’s referring to the way jinseoul talked to you few hours before and just the way she snapped back at you right now.

“if you dare to ever disrespect your mother, my queen ever again, the punishment will be severe. And I won’t care if you’re my son or daughter.” He’s glaring at the both of them, growling.

No one gets to disrespect you, even if they’re your own children. Jungkook won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you.

[hithelleth]

The Cleaning Lady S2

I guess I’m in minority, because all what I’ve seen in the tags was fandom complaining about this seasons being boring (and hating Garrett as useless).

To me it was anything but boring, on the contrary, I found it even too nerve-wracking at times (mostly in a good way); there was one thing after the other, no catching any breaks for any characters, gah.

And it was so hard, rooting for multiple characters with conflicting interests.

It was perfectly normal and understandable that Thony and Fiona and JD would each prioritize their own kid(s), and the tension that was causing between them kept me on my toes throughout the season.

I think JD had come to realize that he can’t really break up Thony and Fiona and their kids no matter how much he wants to protect Jas.

Gah, and Chris and his struggle first for accidentally causing Marco’s death and then in the end choosing to stay with Thony for Luca’s sake despite, understandably, resenting Thony for Fi’s deportation.

I just. My heart breaks for this kid and how grown up he has to be due to the circumstances.

I am probably the only one who feels sorry that Garrett died.

I really liked how they wrote his character progression: he started as a rather shitty human being and a shitty FBI agent, but he’s made so much progress, he started following the rules, doing the right thing both law- and humanity-wise and he even came to realize that he does get too personally involved with his CIs.

And it could’ve been great to watch his development further.

I’d love to see him reconnecting with his son and becoming a good father.

I also really liked both Thony and Arman kinda working together with Garrett, especially the finale/the final scene.

Look, yes, I’ve been low-key shipping these two/three. Of course, I’d never expect the show to go there in canon, but it would be nice to see them occasionally pretend to work together or otherwise. ;)

Then again, I guess they can’t have Tony keep having her personal FBI agent to turn to whenever she’s in trouble with the law.

Especially now that she and Arman took over Kemdar’s crime empire (or at least the drug run.)

If we get S3 – which I hope we do – it’s going to be interesting.

(One speculation only: I do think Nadia will inevitably find out about Arman helping Thony again and kick him out for good. Which is both yay and nay, because I like Nadia and I am also on the verge of low-key shipping these three. :P)

But if it doesn’t get renewed for S3, I think this has been as good of an ending as any. I can just imagine Thony brings Fiona back and everyone lives happily ever after. ;)

[honeybee-taskforce]

1x03 Rewatch Thoughts and Feelings

same disclaimer as before but now im medicated and sleepy so we/ll see what happens

-corn silos are terrifying and judd is totally in the right this entire situation sorry tk buddy EVEN THO he obviously could’ve approached it way better

-im sure this wont be the last time i say this along the rewatch but this is the first time we see judd in “captain mode” and i can only hope that at some point Owen retires and Judd ends up permanent captain of the 126. Whether it be season or series finale i don’t mind but that’s what i’d love to see for him even if it is predictable. He has such a big heart and is so good at getting people to listen to him (this one time being a non factor)

-his life is in danger if he falls in too but all TK can think about instead of protecting himself is possibly helping save his new friend he’s such a good soul.

-filming the sliding out of the silo with all of the corn HAD to be a blast there is no way it wasn’t

-will we ever find out more about any other members of the 126 like B shift or the ones in the other trucks that arrive with our 126 i wonder cause there are definitely more trucks there than are needed for just 6-7 people

-tk going in for a fight will always hurt to watch but it’s also just so smooth cause they play exactly into his hand

-THE tarlos season one scene i love that this is what they used for the chemistry read because yes its 100% the most important scene between them this entire season

-“you’re free to go” and he keeps talking. They both do. Ahhhhhh.

-tk could just walk away. But this is the first person whose really cared for him and acknowledged his pain in some way. So he eants to make it right. And he DOES. -tk got his apology in so he doesn’t expect anything more so i wonder what his first thought is when carlos actually continues. We know his second once he processes what Carlos has said already lmfao but ugh just thinking about tk walking away without anything else being said and probably thinking that they’re still on bad terms… or i guess neutral at least. But carlos adding his little jab and smirk shows that everything is going to be fine. -i COMPLETELY forgot about this MNT bit with the food eating contest lmfao good to know that the paramedics have always gotten their own funky calls throughout the show I remembered that as something that only happened with TNT.

-carlos already showing his sarcasm and sass in this scene with michelle when he grills her for never asking about his life lmfaooooo i love him sm

-carlos cant get him out of his head because he knows thats his soulmate

-owen and wayne’s scene is so important because it obviously sparks owen telling everyone around him, but it’s also a stepping stone into owen finally coming back to his own reality. -“my people have enough to worry about on their calls. This is my fight.” GEE I WONDER WHERE TK GETS HIS PRICKLY SKIN WHEN HE NEEDS TO DEAL WITH A PROBLEM IN HIS LIFE COMES FROM

-i feel so bad for marjan in this scene and i wish we got some follow up on whether or not she did find a new mosque… iirc unless she mentions it later this season we just never hear about that again right?? Paul tells her to keep her hijab up and walk in proud of herself and from what i remember that’s it?

-both carlos and owen cringing at the yoga girl’s video because they’re meant to be familyyyy hehehehehe

-TELL YOUR SON DAMMIT

-dart scene dart scene dart scene yayayayay

-see carlos is secure in himself BUT how much of it is a front when it comes to tk at this point because i know this anxious man is overthinking every little detail when it comes to their interactions now

-then again he makes the packing a piece comment immediately after i typed all that SOOOOO

-ahhh yes owen’s first instant of violence issues

-judd owning up to his feelings and being honest about why he came at tk ugh this big bear of a mean is such a good person i love him so much

-and tk being honest back and appreciating his words AHHHHHH brothers brothers brothers

-“why didnt you tell me? >:|

from the day she went missing you accused me of murdering her!!”

aw damn he’s got you there michelle… this plot is so goofy especially since we know it never comes back up after this season sdfgrgh

-this lady driving right into a tornado reminds me of my 4th grade teacher for literally no reason other than just her vibes and her outfit idk

the boys are in their flirty stage now and definitely hooking up here snd there still yeah yeah yeah

[hoggleswart]

for andie : 👪 & 🔪

OC   EMOJI   ASKS         .   .   .         (      not  accepting.      ) 

WHAT IS THEIR FAMILY LIKE? WHAT IS YOUR OCS RELATIONSHIP TO THEM? DOES YOUR OC HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

The   Macnair   home   was   a               ＂         children   should   be   seen      &      not   heard!      ＂               kind   of   household.         It   was   never   any   real   secret   that   the   only   reason   Walden   even   opted   to   extend   his   family   was   because   he   hoped   the   false   image   of   a   proud,   expectant   father   would   help   sell   his   protests   of   innocence.            ―            It   worked!         Unfortunately,   they   got   two   for   the   price   of   one   with   twins         .   .   .         who   were   promptly   passed   to   a   nanny.         There   wasn’t   much   love   lost,      though   this   doesn’t   mean   they   went   without.         Walden   still   had   an   act   to   keep   up   and   it   turns   out,      offing   people   pays   pretty   well   when   you   do   it   legally!      His   executioner   fee   bought   everything   except   any   strong   paternal   affection.         He   was   a   cruel   man      /      father         &         Andie   did   not   cry   when   he   got   got   by   his   own   people,      just   like   she   didn’t   hesitate   to   give   evidence   against   him   during   his   second   trial. 

As   for   her   sibling?            ―               They   were   each   other’s   best   friend’s   growing   up.      They   fought   like   dogs   sometimes,      but   what   siblings   didn’t?         Regardless   of   petty   squabbles,      when   push   came   to   shove,      they   always   had   each   other’s   backs         .   .   .         until   they   got   older.      As   soon   as   those   teen   years   hit,      Walden   sunk   his   claws   in,      moulding   at   least   one   of   his   children   into   a   miniature   him.         Andie   desperately   tried   to   steer   her   sibling   away   from   that   life,      but   pleas   fell   on   deaf   ears.         They   would   eventually         (      and   proudly      )         take   the   mark,      just   like   their   Papa.         When   Andie   gave   evidence   against   Walden,      she   opted   to   leave   her   sibling   out   in   the   hopes   it   would   salvage   some   kind   of   bond   between   them.         It   didn’t         &         girl   got   thoroughly   disowned   by   everyone   including   them.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO INJURY / MISFORTUNE BEFALLING THEIR LOVED ONES (SIGNIFICANT OTHER, FAMILY, FRIENDS)? DO THEY PUT THEMSELVES AT BLAME?

It   never   used   to   be   a   thing   for   her            ―            until   she   became   a   mama.         It   wasn’t   even   a   thing   when   their   twin   made   the   choices   they   did   in   the   sense   that         .   .   .         while   Andie   wishes   she   could’ve   done   more   to   make   them   see   reason,      she   doesn’t   take   responsibility   for   their   fate.      That   blame   lies   solely   on   Walden’s   grave,      as   far   as   she’s   concerned.         But   when   it   comes   to   Marco?      She   takes   even   the   smallest   of   bumps   as   a   personal   failure   because   it’s   her   job   to   protect   him   in   the   way   her   parents   didn’t   protect   their   sibling.         The   love   she   feels   for   her   son   is   one   of   the   purest,   strongest   bonds   she’s   ever   felt   and   Andie   is   often   worried   she   isn’t   doing   enough,      so   if   he   were   to   get   hurt?         Soul   -   crushing.      His   pain   is   her   pain.      Morgana   help   anyone   that   breaks   his   heart   when   he   gets   older   because   they   really   will   feel   a   mother’s   wrath.

[mulberrysilk]

Hello, Nette! I sent that Getou thirst last time 😅 and I love it so fking much so uhmm I hope you don't mind me sending another one? Idk but I'm really into corruption kink rn? I don't know how you feel about breeding or pregnancy tho. I hope this is okay?

Cousin!Toji corrupting Naobito's only daughter and kidnapping her? How dare her, a woman, inherit the Ten Shadows Technique when he's born without a cursed energy? If he can't be clan head perhaps their son can if he inherits that precious technique from his mom. 🥲 Thank you!

pureblood

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader ( ft. Naoya Zenin)

cw: sorta plot heavy, smut, incest, corruption, dubcon, noncon, Naoya-nii, Cousin Toji, manipulation, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, Naoya being a misogynist, implied breeding kink

a/n: Okay the ages of the characters isn’t like the canon ages? Toji is in his early 30s while Naoya is 27, , and Gojo is 28 . And omgg I got carried away. I’m sorry bout that aHaha I took this as a chance to make it very very dramatic like Game of Thrones lmao hope u like it anon 👀 first time writing for Toji!!! And Naoya 😳 REEEEE ( I don’t mind at all that you sent another thirst! Hehe don’t be shy haha)

!! D A R K C O N T E N T A H E A D !!

!! M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T !!

How? It wasn’t fair.

His hands were clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms as he stared. The sight before him made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. Beneath the fading cherry blossom trees in the open courtyard of the estate, the fragile person who was blessed and robbed him of the Ten Shadows Technique that instantly made you rise above other Zenin family members, was given what he couldn’t have.

How was it, a pretty, innocent thing like you, who can’t even hurt a fly and hold a sword be blessed with the Clans honoured technique? He wanted to laugh at how you viewed your cursed shadows like mere domestic pets when they could’ve been of much more great use to him. It made his blood boil. You had the one thing that kept him from being clan leader. Cursed energy.

“Little sister!” The youngest of Naobito’s sons hollered, hugging you from behind tightly as you stood by the sparring ground where your other two older brothers busied themselves. “You have to learn how to fight too.” He spoke, voice above the clashing of swords.

“Naoya!” You squeaked, surprised at your brother’s presence.

Brat. Toji muttered to himself, glaring at the young man. Another heir treasured by Naobito.

“Dear sister needs to learn how to protect herself when I’m not around,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his closeness with you making Toji raise a brow. “I don’t know why father treats you like glass, keeping you so sheltered. Not that it really matters,” Naoya nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume while you didn’t think much of his brotherly affection. “Your dear older brother will always protect you.”

“How will I ever learn if you spoil me like that,” you giggled, a warm smile on your face, oblivious to the undertone of your protective siblings words.

“Why are you dressed in your best kimono?” He asked, still resting on you with his arms around your fragile body watching his brothers spar.

“We are receiving some important guests,” you answered, glancing down at your belt to make sure it was still in its proper placement. “The Gojo clan is coming to visit at Father’s request. Why? I don’t know.”

Toji leaned against the wooden column of the hallway, the servants stealing glances at the ruggedly handsome man as they passed, noticing the way he looked out into the courtyard with a solemn expression on his face, unaware of the wicked thoughts running through his brain.

Naobito asked the Gojo clan here for one thing and the idea made him scoff. It was exactly something he’d expect the old man to pull. His daughter, blessed with the clans technique, to be the bargaining chip and glue to the union of the Zenin and Gojo clan. The two clans have always butted heads for hundreds of years, and if the Gojo clan accepts, it would be some historical event for the books.

Toji smirked when he saw the dark look on Naoya’s face when it dawned on him what the Gojo clan’s visitation meant. He wasn’t blind to the way your brother fawned over you and was highly over protective. He knew how much bloodline meant to Naoya…and if he intended to keep it pure, maybe his obsession with his pretty sister was also a dangerous immoral crush.

Cant blame him, Toji shrugged, drinking in the way the fine robes hung on your frame, hiding the curves of your body. Like Naoya, he was only ever after the fact you inherited the Ten Shadows technique, your pretty face and tempting body was just a plus.

The rose coloured tranquility that radiated from the scene disappeared the moment a servant informed them to gather in the main hall and announced the arrival of their guests. You and your brothers were quick to respond to the call. You walked ahead of them, rushing a little as punctuality meant a lot to your father and yet you paused when you noticed his presence.

“Toji…” you said his name sweetly, like a sigh of relief. “Why do you linger in the shadows?” You smiled softly at him.

“A habit, I’m afraid,” he responded, standing to full height, taking note of how easily he towered over you.

“Well this is our home, you shouldn’t worry about anything dangerous here,”

Oh, if only you knew that you were surrounded by wolves.

“Mhm,” Toji only hummed, following you three steps behind as he too made his way to the main hall to catch a glimpse of the man that would be your betrothed.

Your brothers were practically murdering the young white haired man sat across from you with their eyes. The man with the six eyes, not adorning the blindfold he usually wore, had arrived uninterested with his elder but the moment his eyes landed on your form, sat beside your father, hands folded neatly on your lap, he was intrigued.

While an elder from their clan spoke with Naobito, Gojo Satoru would smirk your way, winking at you to make your pure little heart flutter in your chest and heat rise in your cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by your older brother who scowled as he looked at him. Toji remained silent, spectating from the shadows, a position all too familiar to him.

“Is there anything you’d like to ask Satoru, young one?” The elderly man beside Gojo spoke, silver hair cascading down his back.

“Are you really as strong as everyone says?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his enchanting cerulean orbs that glowed like starlight.

Gojo laughed heartily at your question, head thrown back and a wide boyish smile adorned his handsome face. You felt your cheeks warm at his laughter finding it made your heart flutter but fear crept up your spine as his laughter might be taken wrong by your father and brothers, taking you for a fool.

But…Gojo, when he composed himself, grinned. It was full of undoubted confidence that struck you with awe but enraged your relatives. What he said next was the cherry on top of their annoyance.

“I’m the strongest.”

Naobito only smirked and took a swig of his drink, not that he liked the guy, the confidence was arrogance at its finest but having you linked with him would be of great use to him and the opposing clan. To make way to the strongest Jujutsu Heirs that would undoubtedly inherit either yours or Satoru’s gifts. And it it was both? Well, isn’t that every sorcerer’s dream?

Either way, if the Gojo clan rejects, they could easily give you to marry the heir of the Kamo clan.

“She’s of age, yes?” The elder asked your father and he simply nodded. “Young and beautiful…how perfect. The clan accepts.”

“Woah, let me take her out on a date first!” Gojo joked, for your entertainment. Your smile that fought back to laugh audibly only stroked his ego, amused at how pristine you were.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Satoru the gardens,” Naobito cued, clearly wanting the two of you to get along and to have the discussion of what name the heirs will take, Zen’in or Gojo. The old man gave a knowing look to where Toji stood, arms crossed inside his yukata sleeves. He nodded at his uncle and patiently waited a couple of minutes before slipping away to keep an eye on you and that frivolous man.

And unfortunately, you were easily swayed by the silver haired sorcerer, his good looks, sense of humour and his confidence, wooing you into a false sense of security. Poor thing, Toji sighed watching as you excused yourself at the end of the night to retreat to your room, a sweet smile on your face as you reminisced of the moments you had spent with Gojo Satoru. The heated discussion between Naobito and his sons were muffled background noise, his eyes were entirely focused on you and he offered to walk you back to your room, which you accepted with no hesitation.

The stroll was comfortable, all though mostly silent, but that was because you trusted your dear cousin. Unlike the rest of the clan, you were kind hearted, something your father found to be a defect but it was admired of you by the rest of household. You were a lamb born into a family of wolves. You should’ve been more careful, more tact, smart instead of being a doe eyed, naive little girl.

Which was something that worked in his favour.

“Did the Gojo clan mean it when they accepted? Father didn’t tell me if they did…I had no idea he was matching me with suitors from other clans,” you broke the silence, the sounds of grasshoppers in the garden in the open corridors provided a tranquil aura.

“Satoru isn’t a man whose easily tied down,” he grunted bluntly, knowing it’d pierce and maybe break your perception of the man. But he knew even a man like Satoru would be intrigued by you and what you brought to the table. “Only a fool will turn down a chance of marriage with a woman like you.”

“Toji-san,” you murmured, soft warm eyes gazing up at him with innocence and trust. “I think I’ll be more useful as a wife than a Jujutsu Sorcerer…like Naoya said, I’m not that good at combat.”

“Your purpose is to bear a powerful heir and if you marry someone like Gojo or the heir to the Kamo clan, the chances of the child bearing the respective families technique is higher. It’s a prospect that neither clans can lie about that intrigues them.”

His words were straightforward as always, not sugar coating any thoughts to you. Your brows had furrowed and and an almost disheartened expression was on your face.

“I’m not cattle that one sells to be bred, cousin,” you murmured. “Naoya-nii said that being an obedient wife and a mother to children is the greatest role a woman could ever receive…it doesn’t sound as crude as you put it.”

Toji smirked, holding back a scoff. “But the actions of making children is crude, little one.”

Heat warmed your cheeks and you kept your gaze forward. Your chest felt tight with uncertainty but you pushed it down, thinking it was nothing and when you stood at your door, a part of you felt hurried to excuse yourself from your cousin.

“Goodnight, Toji,” you curtly nodded, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, something you’ve always done with your brothers, unaware of how it churned and twisted Toji’s jealousy of how blessed you were.

You kept your smile on your face as you stepped back, fingers in the indents of the sliding doors latch and opening it a little for you to quickly disappear into. You didn’t know why your heart was racing in your chest as he remained stood there, not having left yet, waiting for you to get in.

“Toji, what are you doing here?” The sound of your older brother’s voice was god sent in that very moment and you took it as a chance to slip inside, shutting the door behind you, finally able to exhale and take deep breath.

“Walked your sister back to her room,” he simply replied, smirk ever present on his face. “Just had a little talk with her.”

Naoya didn’t question it and just shrugged before following you into your room, Toji taking note of how the latch locked. What was so important your older brother had to lock the door? He lingered, knowing about the little crack in your wall that he found provided a view into the your room, a world that seemed so peaceful and in that darkness he could make out your brothers frame standing before you as you sat on the foot of the bed, gazing up at him and listening to what he was saying.

Toji was going to leave out of boredom weren’t it not for how Naoya caged you in his hold, your back firmly pressed against his body as he whispered in your ear, a heated argument between the two of you no doubt.

“Nii-chan,” you calmly whispered, struggling against his hold, finding the way his hot breath was against your neck inappropriate. “Let go of me.”

“They can’t take you away from me. I won’t let them,” he growled, holding you tighter. “You love your nii-chan more than anything in the world right?”

“Of course I love you,” you reassured him, his embrace loosening a little, his face still nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re my precious little sister blessed with the technique of our ancestors. You and I,” he laced his fingers with yours. “We belong together. It’s up to us to keep our bloodline pure. With us, it’ll be stronger than before.”

“But you’re my brother,” your brows furrowed, confused as he gently turned the both of you towards the mirror, your reflections proving to him how you were made for him.

“And you’ll do anything for me cause that’s how much you love me,” he concluded, smiling at you softly in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders pushing down the sleeves of your kimono to expose your slender shoulders and collarbones. He inhaled a deep breath, your sweet scent making him throb in his hakama.

“Nii-chan,” your lips trembled, his warm fingers skimming along your collarbone and then along your jaw. “Don’t do that…f-feels weird.” You squeaked when his hands groped your breasts through the fine fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he cooed, licking a stripe along your neck before he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“Naoya-nii, l-let go,” your voice shook, the way his rough hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and his index finger and his thumb pinching your nipples through the fabric making your lower belly taut with heat, a grin formed on his face when he felt them pebble with his touch.

“Let nii-chan have his fun, Y/N,” he pouted, rubbing his hardened cock against your rear, eliciting a gasp from you. “Okay?”

You couldn’t say no. He was your older brother and…he loved you. Naoya wasn’t liked by anyone both in and out of the family but you looked up to him, his strength and how far he went to protect you goes unnoticed or ignored. Something only you could see.

You slowly nodded, remembering the first time he taught you how to kiss, telling you that it was okay since it was him, your nii-chan, and that only he and you could love each other like this.Knowing that he harboured hatred so easily to anyone who opposes him and his beliefs, you felt happy to be a person he loved.

He lead you back to your bed, lying you on your back as he undos the belt round your waist that held your kimono together, his eyes drinking in every inch of your skin that he revealed when he peeled the fabric off of your body. Your thighs squeezed close, embarrassed to be this bare before his eyes, an odd throb growing in your intimate area. He opened your kimono like he was unwrapping a gift, opting to keep it loosely hanging off your body, the dishevelled state you were in like a intricate work of art.

Naoya scoffed when your arms crossed your chest, shielding your breasts from him.There was no need for that now but still, he kept his resolve and remained as gentle as he always have been for his darling sister. Even as he began to touch you in places that were forbidden for him, the way you looked at him, with such admiration and trust stroked his pride.

He wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, not yet. He had all the time in the world til you’re wedding. He had planned to put his brat inside of you at the right time so that no one would expect that it was him. For now, he settled with his head between your thighs, suckling and fucking his tongue into your sweet virgin cunt, living for the way you trembled and muffled your moans.

Toji hummed, his assumptions about Naoya proven right. His cock was straining against his hakama, the sight of your legs hanging off your brother’s shoulders and the way your body arched whenever he found your sweet spot, made the idea of splitting you with his thick cock even more appealing. Naoya had the same objective as he did, and he’ll be damned if the spoiled brat got to you first.

On a warm spring day, Toji invited you to accompany him to an errand, and wanting a change of scenery from the clan estate you easily accepted and followed, unaware of where exactly Toji was taking you and falling asleep on the car ride there.

It was almost too perfect. Too easy.

The errand became an overnight stay in an apartment. He told you it’d take awhile and you didn’t think much of it, liking the new change the loft provided but then one night turned to two, then three and that night when he returned, you had asked him.

“When are we going back home?” You were sitting on the bed, comforter across your legs and wearing a robe that he gave you since your clothes were in the laundry, unprepared for the prolonged stay.

“Home?” Toji raised a brow, locking the door behind him, the click of the bolt closing colliding with the latch making your heart race in your chest for the first time during this trip. “We’re not going home yet.”

“Oh? It’s just…I’m never really away from the house this long,” you glanced down at your fingers. “And I haven’t been out in awhile…not that the apartment isn’t nice.”

“Well it’s too late to go out now,” Toji chuckled, removing his shirt as he made his way to the bed that you two shared. Your face flustered at his sudden show of skin, his upper body rippled with defined muscles.

“Can we go out tomorrow then? For lunch at least?” You shyly asked, averting your gaze from his macular torso, the image of his muscles flexing as he moved reminding you of how attractive your cousin was.

“Sure.” He shrugged, climbing on to the bed to his spot beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space so he was close, close enough to radiate warmth to you, skin almost touching yours. “Come on, where’s my goodnight kiss.” He fashioned a lazy charming grin, your eyelids blinking as he rolled over on top of you. His forearms rested on either side of your head and his thighs caged your hips.

“Toji…”you murmured, turning your head away, a familiar heat gathering in your lower belly as an image of how Naoya had pinned you once too many times like this, flashed before your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” Your voice was so small and you wished you had sounded more assertive as the smirk on his face only grew, wicked and unpredictable.

“Asking my pretty cousin for a good night kiss, you always do it so sweetly,” he husked, the timbre of his voice making you shiver and shift beneath him with unease.

You always did that…but in this moment, you felt if you didn’t do it, something bad would happen, it tugged at your heart strings in a weird way and you even thought about what would happen if Naoya found out. As his sister, even with how sheltered and kept in the dark you were, you knew of just how cold blooded and cruel he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, you leaned forward to press your lips on his cheek only for him to angle his head differently so that it connected with his lips instead. You could feel the indent of his scar against your lips, hot and warm, your remained still in shock even when he began to move his lips against yours.

“S-stop,” you turned your head away, heat crawling up your cheeks and spreading in your chest. Your hands tried to push him away only for you to notice how warm his taut skin was. “You mustn’t—

“And why not?” He grinned, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

“Because…” you tried to gather your words, pushing against him even though you were far less stronger than he was. “It’s wrong.”

“Really?” He shifted one of his legs to rest between your thighs, inching them apart, your attempt to resist him adorable. “You know,” he grinned, his one hand undoing the belt of the robe, your hands quick to try and cover yourself up, clenching the cotton fabric. “Your nii-chan doesn’t have to know.”

And like a deer in headlights, you froze. He had you trapped. Your throat grew dry not able to explain or find the words to deny the undertone of his words. It was an accusation. He knew.

“Naoya-nii…” you sniffled, only now becoming aware of the tears that were flowing from your eyes. “H-he said, that…it was okay…what we were doing—We can’t.” You shook your head, Naoya’s infuriated expression flashing in your mind. “Please!” You squeaked, his fingers under the robe moving from your hip bone. “D-don’t.”

“Awe, are you going to cry?” He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from your core. Your attempts to escape him was futile and even pathetic. The deep seated frustration within him began to arise again because of that. A weak person like you inheriting the technique made his blood boil. Such a waste on you. You don’t even use it to defend yourself.

His fingers found their place on your mound and wasted no time dipping them between your folds, and pressing the pad of his index finger on your clit. “N-no, not there!” You cried, legs attempting to shut close but they were useless and your body was betraying you. Toji’s eyes lost the warmth they held when he was with you, it was dull and looked at you in a way that made you want to run and hide.

“You say you don’t want it but sweetheart , you’re getting wet,” he cooed, dipping his fingers in your entrance to spread the slick that had formed all over your cunt. “Don’t you miss your dear nii-chan?”

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips pressed hard against each other to muffle the whines and whimpers that threatened to leave you as you felt his warm fingers toy with your cunt. “S-stop.”

“You’re still saying that huh?” He sighed but his smirk remained, two fingers prodding at your entrance. Your eyes shot open to look at him, pleading him not to continue. “I’ll touch you in the same way he’s touched you so quit your whining.” And then, his hot breath was against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll touch you in a way you’ll forget about your nii-chan.”

“Toji, please—mhmf!”

Two thick digits slipped into your tight hole, the stretch and sensation of being filled making your walls clench around him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He nipped at your ear, working his fingers in and out of your cunt that began to drool with slick. “Mhm, you’re so tight. It’s been awhile since I fucked a virgin.”

“T-Toji, don’t move your fingers—Ah! Like that!” You squealed, back arching off the bed when he brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that made your whole body flutter. “D-don’t,” you panted.

But your protests that were weak willed in tone were only met with the curl of his fingers moving faster, fucking in and out of your hole till wet squelching noises resounded off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t be so shy, Princess,” he chuckled deeply, lowering himself till he was a breath away from your pulsating pussy, entranced by the way your cunt wrapped around his thick fingers. “Since you’re going to be a wife someday, you might as well learn the basics right?”

You whimpered in response but cried out when you felt his hot tongue flick against your clit switching between sucking and licking the sensitive nub, your hips bucking into his face as the familiar sensation of an orgasm quickly crept up on you.

“Toji—Ah—if you,” you tried to say, walls clenching tighter round his fingers. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Is that so? I don’t mind princess,” he grinned, fucking his fingers into you faster, scissoring and curling to bring you closer to the edge. “Make a mess all over my face. Let me taste you.” His mouth latched onto your clit again, his digits unrelenting. What tipped you over the edge was the slight nip of your clit between his teeth before his tongue soothed the notion, flicking against the aching nub fast.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips as you came, juices spilling forth and dripping down your pussy, and Toji lapped your release with a hum of delight. He pulled away to get a good look at your writhing form now glistening with sweat and your heavy lidded eyes paired with your parted lips swollen from biting them to muffle your moans, the heavy panting and the way you were sprawled before him, was a treasured sight.

Before you could come to, he had stripped from his pants and was quick to fist his throbbing hard cock in his hand before pressing the fat head against your entrance. Such a tiny little cunt, he mused. He was going to ruin you for sure. He was going to carve the shape of his cock in your virgin cunt and ruin you for any other man.

The floating sensation from orgasm was ripped from you when you felt something prod at your entrance, a slight sting to what wasn’t even inside you yet heightening your senses to the max. Your eyes shot to Toji knelt between your thighs, broad muscular frame casting a shadow over you, unable to deny how attractive he was. Your breath hitched when your eyes caught the sight of his member, fat pink tip leaking with precum and prominent veins along the fat length. He was going to tear you apart.

Panic flooded your veins and you pressed against his stomach in attempt to stop him, his hands on the back of your thighs and pressing them to your chest in a position you found embarrassing and completely exposed your glistening cunt.

“Toji, no. Please. Too big. It won’t fit,” you sniffled, trying to wriggle away from him. “I can’t—we’re not married. Naoya nii said I can’t do this with just anyone!” Your voice raised in pitch as he didn’t listen, only rubbing his length between your folds to lubricate, sparks of lust forming in your lower belly.

“But I’m not just anyone aren’t I?” He pouted his lips in mock pity, securing your legs in their folded position giving you and him a perfect view of your cunt slowly being split by his cock. “I’m someone close to you. Looked after you, cared for you, protected you.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You asked, too soft hearted to harbour any hate to someone you’ve known almost all your life. His hand cupped your cheek, fooling you so easily that he was actually doing this for the sake of you. But he felt he didn’t have to keep his farce. Not when he began inching his cock inside your tight heat, watching the way your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, wincing.

“I couldn’t be clan head because I didn’t have cursed energy,” he grunted, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him. “And as if to mock me, the universe gave it to you along with the clan’s inherited technique. A meek, weak little girl who could barely lift a sword.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, so hard it might’ve drawn blood as his hot, fat member was stretching your walls past it’s limits. Tears formed in your eyes as the sensation of being filled confused you, your body reacted to it like you wanted it but his harsh words made you recoil in fear and unable to relax.

“Then, a sudden thought came to me when I saw you opening these pretty legs of yours to your nii-chan. Wanna know what it was?” He smirked, pausing his movements, cock sitting halfway inside of you.

You couldn’t respond. Your body ached with need and the feeling of him inside you started to feel too good. Like you could never ever get enough of it.

He always loved the sensitive ones.

Toji leaned forward to press his torso against your body, further pushing your thighs to your chest, the stretch of your hamstrings making you whimper. With a hand he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his emerald eyes that glowed wickedly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, finding some sort of comfort with how close he was, close to forgetting that this was wrong. But all logic was impossible to think of when your cunny was being stuffed with his cock, hot and heavy inside of you.

“If I can’t be the head of the clan, maybe the little brat I put inside of you will.”

Those words and the way it rolled of his lips were the last things that you could make out before he buried himself inside of you completely, putting you in the trance of sinful carnal lust. A plane where all you could feel was him and nothing but him.

[messers-moony]

Wish 2 | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at 26 instead of 13

The shock that settled on Malachi’s face could’ve been recognizable from miles away. His Aunts and Uncles were right; he did look like his father. It astounded him. He wanted to be angry. This man had left him for almost his entire life. He was nearly eighteen and would be in November. So why did he show up now?

More importantly, why did he leave Y/n?

“ Why did you leave? “ Malachi’s voice was quiet, and Five swallowed, “ I- I didn’t know she- “

He interrupted before Five could continue, “ I don’t care that you left me. I stopped caring a long time ago. “ Malachi stated, “ I want to know why you left mom. “

“ I didn’t know that I would be gone for seventeen years your time. “ Five informed softly, “ I ended up at the Academy and immediately came here. “

“ That is no excuse! You left her when she needed you! “ The boy was desperate for his father to understand, “ How am I supposed to trust you? To love you after you left the one person you swore to love? “

“ I don’t expect you to trust me immediately, and I don’t expect you to be understanding of my actions. “ Five was almost too calm, “ Understand your actions?! Are you insane? “ Malachi retorted, irritated.

“ You left for seventeen years to prove a point! That’s extraordinarily too far-fetched. You risked never being able to see mom again because of your stupid pride! “ The boy yelled, standing in front of his mother protectively, “ Malachi, please. “ Y/n pleaded.

Tears filled her son's eyes, “ No! Mom, you deserve better than this. “

“ She does, and I’m aware of it. “ Five informed, and Malachi turned to glare at him, “ I’m not ashamed to say that she does deserve better. But you need to know– whether you believe me or not, I didn’t break all of my promises. “

Y/n and Malachi stared curiously, “ One of my wedding vows was ‘No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, I’ll always find my way back to you’. I may have broken most of my vows, and I can’t express the amount of pain I went through knowing I did, but I didn’t break all of them. “

“ I spent forty-five years alone in the future. It isn’t what you think it is either. But I spent every second of those forty-five years trying to get back here to your mom, to my wife. “ Five explained, “ I didn’t know she was pregnant. Perhaps I would’ve stayed. We won’t know now. What’s done is done, and all I can do now is try to earn your trust. “

Malachi didn’t stand down. His glare was harsh, and his eyes turned a shade darker. It was almost scary to see how protective he was. But maybe it made sense because that’s how Five always was. He always held his ground and protected what he loved. But that didn’t heal the breaking in his heart when his own son was being this aggressive towards him. Would it be cowardly to say he was afraid of a seventeen-year-old boy even after being an assassin for nearly five years? Probably.

“ Why did you show up now? “ Malachi’s voice was hurt now, no longer aggressive, “ A doomsday is upcoming. I had no idea when I’d come back or when I’d be back. “ Five answered.

The man swallowed before speaking again, “ How- How old are you? “

“ Seventeen. I’m about to go into my senior year of high school. “ Malachi replied reluctantly, “ He’ll be graduating with honors and as Valedictorian of his class. “ Y/n added.

Five chuckled, “ Glad to know you inherited my smarts. Y/n is hopeless. “

“ You asshole. “ She retorted playfully, and Five smiled, “ You- You really want him back in our lives? “ Malachi questioned to his mother.

She nodded, “ Yes. “

Five stood up from the chair at the island and made his way to them. He kept his distance from them, leaving three feet between them. It was better for Malachi to come to him than the other way around. His back was leaning against the island counter while his son pondered his decisions.

“ Malachi, it’s your decision too. If you don’t want to associate with him, that’s okay. “ Y/n stated comfortably, looking at her son's teary eyes, “ I would like for you two to have the bond you always wished for. But you’re grown up now. This is your choice. “

He sniffled, “ I- I’ve heard stories about you. “ Malachi informed, and Five chuckled bitterly, “ I’m sure you have. “

“ They weren’t all that great. “ The boy added, “ Uncle Diego wasn’t fond of you. Aunt Vanya talks about you a lot. She said that you were always nice to her. “

“ She said that you weren’t nice to anyone else. “ Malachi informed, and Five stared at him curiously, “ Uncle Diego said you were an asshole and prideful. “

Five had a feeling this wasn’t going to work in his favor. His own son was feeling the same way as his siblings had. Admittedly Five wanted that bond too. He wanted to create a bond with his son despite all his faults. He wanted to be there for him now that he was here. Five wanted to prove himself.

“ I wished for years that you’d show up. Every birthday, every Christmas, every thanksgiving, everything. I prayed and wished upon every shooting star that you’d come home. “ Malachi chuckled bitterly, “ But now that you’re here, I’m not sure that was the right decision. “

His father didn’t get a chance to respond before Malachi walked toward the door, grabbing his car keys and leaving. The door shut normally despite the amount of anger and sadness residing in the boy's body. He wouldn’t be another version of his father. He just needed to calm down. Five stared at the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks.

Gently Y/n turned his head down to look at her despite him being taller. Her sleeves covered her palms, and she wiped away the tears. Her sleeves were turning darker from the water. Eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore. His body shook, and he pulled her into his embrace, sobbing on her shoulder. He held the back of her shirt tighter than ever.

“ I’m- I'm so sorry, love. “ Five cried onto her shoulder, “ Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know. “ Her voice was calm and steady.

Her fingers ran through his brunet hair, “ Who helped you through it? “ His voice was so gentle and hesitant as his head laid on her shoulder, “ Diego was a great help. “

Five sniffled, holding her closer, “ When did you find out? “

“ A week before you left. I didn’t know when to say it. I was nervous and scared at how you’d react. It turns out I waited too long. “ Y/n chuckled humorlessly.

The man pulled from her embrace to cup her cheeks and gently kiss her lips. The gesture he had missed for forty-five years. At that moment, he felt like they had just gotten married all over again. The softness and gentleness of the kiss made him feel like nothing ever happened between them. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“ I’m sorry. Truly I am. I didn’t know, but even if you had told me then, I don’t think I would’ve listened. “ Five admitted, and she nodded, “ I know. “

A silence cut through the apartment like a spider creeping up a web, quick, careful and skilled, “ Do- Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? “

Y/n shrugged, “ Maybe. “